Some people can read stories in the snow. For those who knew where to look our first snowfall of the year told a story. And, like any good story it starts with a villain.
The fox came out of the trees trotting toward the chicken coop.
Bold as brass he jumped right on the chickens front porch. There he did what foxes do at chicken coops.
And the trail of feathers told the tail.
Just around an apple tree the fox tracks are joined by another set as our hero joins the chase.
The tracks lengthen as the dog runs off after him. And what is this following behind?
Why it looks like the track of a crazed woman, owner of both dog and chicken who is tired of her birds being used as a fox buffet and willing to fly through a snowfall barefoot with her dogs to stop it.
Sadly. Our tale is a tragic one for the chicken as the fox disappeared through the snow, prize in mouth, despite our hero’s best efforts.
The snows have continued coming since the story began and on each fresh white page the story goes on, another lost chicken, a run in with the turkey that the fox lost and who knows, maybe one day the story will have a happy ending…
There are mothers who, for a variety of what I can assure you are very valid reasons, get by with what is required of them and nothing more.
And there are mothers who, for a variety of what I’m sure are very valid reasons (but that I have no personal experience with), always go above and beyond.
Happy Mother’s Day. No matter the style of your parenting or the size of your nest, I hope it was a great one!
Our little rooster got in a fight with what I can only figure from his injuries was the loony toons boxing kangaroo. He’s convalescingin our shower with his lady friend until he stops seeing stars. In the meantime be you should all be grateful for social distancing!
Almost to the end of this month of “top” squares with The Life of B. We will see what happens but I might have to start taking pictures of the bottom, the ends or underneath everything after this!
Clara loves pigeons. I think her pigeon love may have started with a young barn pigeon she tried (and sadly failed) to rescue a few years ago. Since then she has successfully raised multiple pigeons by hand. Young or sick pigeons have accompanied us on family vacations and at least half the time she has a pigeon living in her room with her for reasons that we at least tell her Dad are quite valid.
Last fall, for her birthday, we wanted to get her some more pigeons. Plans were made, pigeons were promised, housing was constructed and six long months (for a ten year old) later, we made it to the big day.
Today Clara brought home a flock of pigeons that needed a new home and new person to love them.
Clara is truly on top of the world today!
And the pigeons are settling into their new home nicely too!
That last picture (the square one of course) is my contribution to today’s April Square’s challenge, theme “top” hosted by The Life of B.
Sweet Pea the goose is laying eggs. While she is doing her best to keep the location secret we have been penning the geese in the yard for just that reason and we found her and her eggs deep in the gooseberry patch.
Perhaps once we make some delicious goose egg custard, a few giant omelettes and the next cold snap passes, we will let her try and hatch out a few of her own. Until then she’s going to have to try harder to keep the location secret!
I’m participating in the April Square hosted by The Life of B!
Behind the Willows 