Who’s that rattlin’ at my door?

I’m sitting here alone and I hear a rattling of the front door knob…  it sounds like someone is trying to get in!!!  My heart is pounding as I tiptoe down the hall.  When I peak around the corner to see who might be there the dogs enter the living room, and taking a stance they stare at the door.  Watching the door handle moving we are all transfixed.  Bob just left for work and it’s just us at this early and dark hour of the morning!  Who’s there?

Suddenly the would be intruder jumps into view!

And there at my picture window is Little Bit.  She wants to be let in.  The dogs begin to whine and wag their tails as I, recovering from my near heart attack, go to the door and oblige her.

What a cat!

You see, I put a little belled ornament on the inside of the door handle at Christmas time because I thought it would be cheerful when visitors came calling.  I have since left it there, because she “rings” it to let us know she wants out.  I never taught her that, it was a spontaneous thing.  It happened once and we let her out and now she does it every time!  In fact, if you hear the bells and ignore her she will ring them again and come sit to watch you till you do let her out.

Maybe I should put a bell on the outside too… I think it would be a little less frightening than hearing the doorknob rattle.  Don’t you agree?

Photo Friday: Polly’s first egg

WARNING: While I don’t find the following pictures too graphic, you may… that said I hope you enjoy seeing something you might not otherwise have the opportunity to experience.
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She began building a nest around Buddy’s chew bone, sat on it and tried it out for size, and then continued building.

Much later I heard a strangely familiar sound, but it wasn’t chickens…

It was Polly laying her first egg!

Molly watches like a good Midwife.

The rest of the flock seemed to be standing guard through the process.

Cheeky and Spot:  “OK, show’s over!   Time for a nap.”

It is never boring here on the Farmlet!

Can Spring be so far off?

The days warm to mid sixties and low seventies.  I see the buds swelling on my berries and roses.  The bulbs are awakening and pushing up everywhere in the lawns, along fencelines and around the house too!   And the grass, though patchy, is slowly greening and this makes the Geese happy!

“GREENS!”  They honk and proceed to push over the little green poultry fencing I had up to keep them in all winter.  Bob shouts to me ” Hey!   Your geese are out!”  I round them up, put them back into the north quarter, and repair the fence line.

But what is this?  What is Polly doing out there by the straw bales?

Picking up straw…

billful by billful…

and slowly she’s starting a pile.

A nest?

I hope!