Monday, November 23, 2015

City streets and chicken mysteries

Last week I took some clothes to a local resale store and since I didn't have Brian with me, I had a look around. There, in the furniture section, a big painting caught my eye. The scene of an old-fashioned city street glowing on a rainy night drew me in, and over to look at the price. Even though I'm of an age when I am conscious of needing to downsize and divest, I couldn't resist it for $39. It's hanging in my bedroom (I don't have a lot of available wall space) where I have already gotten more than my money's worth of enjoyment from it.

On Saturday afternoon, I stepped out of a memorial service in town to see this across the street:
It was achingly beautiful, creating strange harmony with the aching sadness of a father dying too soon.

Last night when I shut the pop door on the henhouse, I noted that Elvira was up on the roost. Joining a Speckled Sussex and a Red Sex-link (both have been doing somewhat poorly for weeks) on the floor of the coop was the Buff Orpington. Hmmm. I looked her over; she looked as robust as ever so I left her alone. This morning she was dead. No signs of violence; just dead. ???

I continue to spin Blaise's fleece and knit on these:
They are for a Christmas gift exchange coming up soon; I'd better knit more and spin less!

That's it for today from . . .

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Another refugee

Last week a dear friend texted me. Her daughter had rescued a chicken on a highway. Could I take it? Before I could answer, a photo followed:
A black sex-link! Just what I wanted to add next to our little flock! Of course, what I had in mind were a few pullets, not a single hen of undetermined age. Oh well. ;-)

Meet Elvira. I put her in a protective cage within the coop when we got home late last night. This morning I tossed out some tender greens to keep everyone occupied and turned her loose. After ducking under the nest boxes for a bit, she ventured forth into the yard, and was quickly challenged by one of the big Speckled Sussex hens. Elvira took care of her – and ALL comers, then went after those who weren't challenging her. Now half the flock is clucking in consternation and the other half is watching her warily. There's obviously a new hen at the top of the pecking order!

Cackling good-bye for now, from . . .

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Refugees welcome

We have had a bunch of pine siskins at our birdfeeder recently. Yesterday I stepped out onto the deck for something and noticed that they didn't fly away. Photo op!

The occasional chickadee was less comfortable with my presence; I was only able to capture one at a distance.

Later Rick asked me what kind of birds they were. When I told him, he said, "That's why there are so many of them!" – referring to the loss of evergreen habitat next door. I hadn't thought of that....

Late last night I couldn't sleep, and wandered out into the great room to look out over the moonlit landscape. I watched, thinking I might see some wildlife like deer or raccoons. Raccoons – I hadn't thought about them since the neighboring lot sold. The family that visits our birdfeeder at night always comes from that fence line. The thought of their home being destroyed made me sad. Hopefully they had made safe their escape, and found a new home in the woods to our south.

That's it for now from . . .

Friday, November 20, 2015

Texture Tuesday

– with photos shot on a Friday, because I don't have enough time at the moment to compose my Thankful Thursday post. Ha!

Oh, and here's a "portal" shot, inspired by Sara, taken through my "last stand" Japanese maple at the front of the house.

That's it for now from . . .