It was a bit shocking to look out the teeny dining area window yesterday morning to see snow falling. Geesh, this weather????
While watching the snow I noticed a grey squirrel and a crow having an early morning argument in the old maple tree outside the teeny bedroom window. I gathered that the crow was getting too close to the squirrel's nest and mama was fit to be tied. The crow, as most crows are, was persistent and very annoying. Mama squirrel eventually won the row and the bird left. I wonder now if she will move her babies because of this intruder. Crows are evil things when it comes to nest raiding.
Noah's Ark left yesterday after forty days of rain. OK, I'm exaggerating but it sure seemed that long. My funny little greenhouse was flooded and looked rather pathetic for a few days. I just watered the flowers and sprouts to keep them alive and then stayed clear of the place 'til today. It's time to clean up a bit in there since it is a dirt floor and there was a foot of water inside which is now just mud. You can see how high the water was by the pots on the ground. Next time, for sure, I will put it on higher ground.
The sun is really trying to stay out now. We need a few days of it to dry the grounds up. I think we all deserve a lot of flowers blooming. Some of mine are trying their darnedest. :) The lilac trees are budding.
I'm all stocked up with fresh from the farm organic brown eggs from Lucy across the road. Eighty-five happy chickens; bless their little feathered hearts. They are laying so much lately that I came home with three dozen today. I'm happy.
Dropping in on Lucy for eggs turns into a 30 minute conversation of the goings on in the area and a little story telling on her part of days gone by. I`ve learned a lot of the history of this area from these conversations.
It was very quiet at Lucy`s farm as the cats were napping in the dry hay in the barn and the cattle and Charlotte were in the field. I very seldom see her guard dog as he is busy doing his job.
Every night, though, at five o`clock, you can hear Charlotte braying for her dinner. :)
hugs, Deb
While watching the snow I noticed a grey squirrel and a crow having an early morning argument in the old maple tree outside the teeny bedroom window. I gathered that the crow was getting too close to the squirrel's nest and mama was fit to be tied. The crow, as most crows are, was persistent and very annoying. Mama squirrel eventually won the row and the bird left. I wonder now if she will move her babies because of this intruder. Crows are evil things when it comes to nest raiding.
The nest is in the hole below
Noah's Ark left yesterday after forty days of rain. OK, I'm exaggerating but it sure seemed that long. My funny little greenhouse was flooded and looked rather pathetic for a few days. I just watered the flowers and sprouts to keep them alive and then stayed clear of the place 'til today. It's time to clean up a bit in there since it is a dirt floor and there was a foot of water inside which is now just mud. You can see how high the water was by the pots on the ground. Next time, for sure, I will put it on higher ground.
The sun is really trying to stay out now. We need a few days of it to dry the grounds up. I think we all deserve a lot of flowers blooming. Some of mine are trying their darnedest. :) The lilac trees are budding.
I'm all stocked up with fresh from the farm organic brown eggs from Lucy across the road. Eighty-five happy chickens; bless their little feathered hearts. They are laying so much lately that I came home with three dozen today. I'm happy.
Dropping in on Lucy for eggs turns into a 30 minute conversation of the goings on in the area and a little story telling on her part of days gone by. I`ve learned a lot of the history of this area from these conversations.
It was very quiet at Lucy`s farm as the cats were napping in the dry hay in the barn and the cattle and Charlotte were in the field. I very seldom see her guard dog as he is busy doing his job.
Every night, though, at five o`clock, you can hear Charlotte braying for her dinner. :)
hugs, Deb