Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Feathered delights


This morning a red-tailed hawk was perched at the top of a fir in our lower pasture. Not great photos, just a nod to how much I love seeing and hearing these raptors in our "air space" – and hearing the owls at night – and seeing the occasional bald eagle do a fly-over.


Tonight when I locked up the hens I snapped these photos. The Australorps and Wyandottes have such big, beautiful eyes, which weren't as obvious in the flash as they are in natural light. The girls' three-week vacation was obviously "the pause that refreshes," as egg production has soared the last two weeks. I sold four dozen eggs today!

Here are a couple other 'feathered delights':
Jackson and Gatsby were squirrel-watching. Jackson knows I won't let him out to chase the squirrels by day and the raccoons by night, but Gatsby is still having conniption fits every time he sees a four-legged visitor. It's nerve-wracking for all of us!

That's it for today from . . .


4 comments:

Elizabeth P said...

Wow, 4 dozen eggs sold! I wish we could have chickens but the foxes and coyotes are too much of an issue on our property. Sigh! I love hearing the hawks soaring above and the owls hooting at night. Lets me know that nature is still out there! Poor Gatsby, he'll get is sooner or later...
Hugs for now from warm-ish New Hampshire...

Susan said...

I was so happy to see my first red-winged blackbird at the feeder this morning! Spring is definitely on its way! I love the Australorps and their large, dark eyes. You are doing much better, egg-wise than I, but there has been a minor bump up in production so far this week. Such lovely dogs...

Theresa said...

Could that hawk be dreaming of chicken too I wonder.....
Am I the only one in the universe that can't warm up to chickens, big eyes or not! :-)
You can love them enough for both of us Michelle!

Sharon said...

That’s a lot of eggs! I miss getting fresh eggs from Mim. The raptor that hangs out here on occasion is a sharp shin hawk, trolling the bird feeders and running off the quail. He gets an occasional meal and while I hate it, I know he has to eat too.