This Misty Morning

I wake up to see Bob off to work with a sleepy hug,  and then with a kiss he’s off.   Looking out the window I watch him drive into the darkness…

Lingering I gaze through the glass as morning comes.   Slow and sleepy it creeps only to be met with mist and fog.  Turning from the window I throw on a jacket to break the chill and go out to do morning chores.  As I open chicken hutches, throw scratch, and greet the geese, the haze begins to burn off and reveal my surroundings.

What awaits me is a dreamy visage of this pastoral life.

Out behind us we have new neighbors who’ve been moved in just this week.

Content to be in new surroundings they chew grass

ignoring me as I spy on them.

I turn away from the fence to go in and chance to see Little Bit entranced with something up the tree…

The chattering tells me it is a little squirrel.   The anger in its chirruping sound tells me it is none too happy about being watched so intently.

Rounding the corner of the house my gaze finds…

the garden’s scarecrow.

Standing limp and faded she gives testament

to a hot, harsh summer we all survived…

The memory of which will also fade,

when fall gives way to winter.

But for now…

The season is dry grass with a slow burn consuming the leaves of the trees.

Conversations over the fence

Remember the cartoon in the Sunday paper by Don Keane called “Family Circus?”  If you do, you will recall that often he would show Billy’s day by tracking it in dotted lines across the illustration.

Well, when I watch my geese and their antics each day I think of Family Circus.  You see my acre of yard is divided across the back into three sections with gates to access each section.  I move the geese from section to section on a three-day rotation, because no matter how much I love them, let’s face it, they are very messy creatures!

The third section is the chicken yard and it has a gate into the pasture behind us.  Now this is the fun part of their week!  They can chase the chickens, invade their run to raid the chicken food, go out into the pasture and run and honk to their heart’s content.  Often when I look out my dining room window I will catch them lined up along the back fence looking in at me.  If they notice me looking back they will begin to honk loudly and carry on to entice me to come say,  “Hey!” and chat awhile.

But it is the early morning on chicken yard days that is the most fun!  I let them out of the barn and lure them to the chicken yard with a scoop of grain for breakfast and a clean bucket of water to chase it down.  Then, it’s off to the pasture to run and visit the neighbor on the other side.

They love my neighbor because she feeds them only her choicest weeds over the fence and she will stand there and talk to them for up to 15 minutes or more.  I assume the conversations to be about the weather, weeds, and other topics of interest to a goose, but I can’t be sure…

Whatever it is they discuss I sense the geese are never ready for the conversation to end so soon, because they always begin to honk and chatter when she leaves them to go inside…

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*  In researching the Family Circus I found out that the dotted lines are actually called a “Billy Path.”   FUN!

For more information on Family Circus, or just to satisfy your curiosity if you aren’t familiar with Billy, you will find it here:  http://www.familycircus.com/

…and I survived it all too.

This has been a wonderful and terrifying week here on the Farmlet.  As you may know, we fixed our well two weeks back, and now this week brings the rain.  Isn’t it ironical that when you get it in your mind to finally do something about a situation, that the situation is suddenly resolved of its own accord?  Such was the case with the water shortage we have been experiencing this summer.

So, on Monday we had rain.

And in only 15 minutes we had three inches out our back door!

The  front of our little Farmlet didn’t look much better.  As you can see we had the beginnings of a stream going down the street.  Ha ha ha… much to our chagrin, you will also notice that now that we have the new garage/barn, we leave the truck parked in the driveway anyway.  (Except when we know it is going to hail since we get golf ball sized hail around here!)


Although Cheeky, Polly, Spot and Molly didn’t seem to mind it at all!  They had a blast bathing and dibbling in standing water that rose to their knees!

Which reminds me… Molly has discovered this week that if she runs fast enough, and flaps her wings hard enough,  that she can make it over the fence and into the neighbor’s yard.  I cannot even begin to describe the look of surprise, nay, SHOCK on the face of my neighbor when he saw her invading is yard.  He just stood there, rooted to the spot and unable to move… I guess he has a real phobia when it comes to geese.  Who knew?

And that brings me to Tuesday morning when it began to rain buckets again!  I looked out to see that there was a moat of debris built up, and it was holding the water causing it to back up into the chicken’s run.  Donning my wellies and grabbing my umbrella, I stood on the porch and listenend for thunder. Hearing none on I went, braving the rain, to break up the dam and save my chicks from wet feet.

Well, I nearly had the job done when I heard this strange sound in the trees behind me.  Sort of electrical, but on a massive scale… I turned in time to see a bolt of lightning materialize out of thin air and stab the earth in three places.  The shock wave from a lightning’s thunder blast of that scale is perceptible  and frightening beyond belief.  I seemed unable to move.  In a book it might read:

She stood there holding her breath, frozen in fear and unable to move.  Then hearing the electricity crawl up and then down again, with a sound not unlike some behemoth generator buzzing behind the trees, she broke inertia and dove into the chicken’s run for safety.

I tried to rationalize what I heard.  I told myself it was harmonics from the sound waves hitting the metal buildings, but the sound was coming from the woods, NOT the buildings…

Intercloud lightnings over Toulouse (France). ...

Image via Wikipedia

So here is what I found out about lightning – and I will not even try to put it into my own words because… I can’t:

“Lightning is usually initiated within the thunderstorm cloud when a faint, negatively charged channel called the stepped leader emerges from the base of the cloud and propagates toward the ground in a series of steps of about 1 microsecond in duration and 150-300 feet in length. The stepped leader reaches from cloud base to ground in about a hundredth of a second. As the stepped leader approaches the ground, streamers of positive charge rush upward from objects on the ground. When one of the streams contacts the leading edge of the stepped leader, the lightning channel is opened, negative charge starts flowing to the ground, and a return stroke, lasting about a tenth of a second, propagates through the channel as a bright luminous pulse.”  *Sometimes, following the initial return stroke, one or more additional leaders may propagate down the decaying lightning channel at intervals of about a tenth of a second. These leaders, called dart leaders, are not stepped or branched like the original leader, but are more or less direct and continuous. Like the stepped leader, however, they initiate return strokes. These return strokes are what we call lightning.”

(From the National Weather Service at: http://www.wrh.noaa.gov/fgz/science/lightnin.php?wfo=fgz  )

Right about then I was feeling like this lady…

Needless to say I was ‘adrenalized’ for the duration of the day!

I Later told Bob that my Guardian Angels were “…working at WARP SPEED,”  to which he replied, “Their wings must have been singed too!”

So, after all that, it is good to tell you that our week ended on a sweet and gentle note.  We have a new resident on the Farmlet!

Meet *Little-Bit

Back history:  We lost Fatty Cat about a month ago.  It was the usual story… she went out one night and did not return in the morning.  She has left a hole in our family and was sorely missed by all…  especially Claus who was missing his  playmate.

And so it was, that on Thursday when I took the Boys to the vet for allergies, I chanced to meet Little-Bit…  and realized she needed a home.

Well I ask you… How could I say no?

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* I now believe this was the “electrical behemoth” I heard in the woods.

**Yes, she’s named after that Little-Bit from Fried Green Tomatoes!

News Flash: Chicken Lays Egg on the Farmlet

Recently science has discovered that the answer to that age old question,  “Which came first? The chicken or the egg?” is…

the Chicken!

Well, of course it did!  Just ask any hen and she’ll gladly set the record straight.  It is also a fact that chickens will announce that they’ve  laid an egg,   and of course for the egg to have gotten laid there had to be a chicken doing the laying.

Are you following this?

And so it was on the Farmlet today that in the midst of my housework I heard the heralding of GRAYSON (?) telling the world that my Ameraucana hen had laid an egg.  Not the hen, nor her friends in the hen house who would normally join in cackling about her accomplishment… no it was Grayson my roo letting the whole neighborhood in on the blessed event!  What’a Roo!

The Little Red Hen is incredulous that Grayson’s upstaged the show.

Meanwhile, all the girls gather round in excitement to watch and wait…

while Grayson paces the chicken run like a new father in the hall at the hospital.

Bertha looks into the nest and can’t believe her eyes…  “Oh my, it’s so BIG”  she clucks!

Then I look,  and there it is… Miss Ameraucana’s first egg!

I’m happy to know that all the girls will soon be laying… because that means that I will be solvent in my chicken endeavors again!