Monday, September 21, 2020

The Equinox

The last day of summer, and in this sad year, I am not 

sorry to see the seasons change. 

So many lives lost.  So many homes and properties lost. 

It's been a brutal year. 

We still have beauty around us, though. 

People call squirrels "tree rats" and most gardeners hate them. 

I have always gone by the philosophy of "plant one plant for the wildings, and 
one plant for us".  I welcome them. 

(Lilly was not a fan of squirrels, though). 

I still have a few daylilies blooming on the deck!  It's crazy!

And... all of the sudden, the containers are re-blooming, and the flowers look good! 
The hummingbirds are darting back and forth crazily!

These guys!

It won't be long before they are gone, and they are tanking up for the trip now.  I am cleaning all three feeders daily now. 

All weekend long, I watched this black-capped chickadee out my kitchen windows. 

This morning, I found him, head hanging... and feared the worst. (and... stupidly erased the pictures from the camera card before importing them). 

I honestly thought he was dying. 

He was actually looking at a dead finch on the deck floor, I believe it was a bird strike. 

I would show you a finch close-up, but I erased IT, too, and it was a bird that let me get a foot from it. 

For some reason, with New Blogger, I cannot access pictures on my phone that are from the last few days, so, alas, there are no sheep pictures.  I'm not sure how long my friends will be here, despite the little rain we got, the pasture is pretty worn out. 

I suspect they will be moving home soon. 

A Coopers Hawk has been hunting here for the better part of three weeks. 

It has taken two of my chickens, and literally, in front of my eyes, two birds 

off the railing where I feed. 

I know it is around when I don't see a chicken in sight. 

What would today, the 21st of September be, without THIS, 

one of my all time favorite songs? 


(Click on it!) 

Stay safe out there! 

Saturday, September 12, 2020

A Week of Rain and Then Sun

Blogger has changed its' interface just enough to make it interesting to blog, these days!

This week, we had a big change at Calamity Acres.  It went from the miserable heat of two weeks ago, to three days of off and on rain and much cooler weather.  In fact, right now it is 73, and I am back in shorts for the first time all week. 

Look at THIS: 

Can you believe that I had my Carhartt on on September 9th???
It was in the low fifties and drizzling that morning, and I just could not face it!

That's the earliest I can ever remember wearing it, and it is back in the closet now. 

You can see by the way this squirrel has his tail wrapped 
over his back that it was still chilly out!  I don't begrudge 
the squirrels a single seed, either. 

The pumpkin patch is going crazy, and I counted ten pumpkins this morning in various sizes.  None is huge, they are mostly decorative, and two are ripe and I will have to pick them.

The rain made the pasture spring back, and heads have been down all week. 

My fave. 

When I look at the deck and porch from out in the yard, now, 
the flowers are not as bright. 

In fact, tomorrow, I am going to pull out most of the zinnias, which have 
gone by.  It's almost time for mums. 

That's my beautiful Ferdie, father of Buddy and Singleton. 

He is the low man on the totem pole, I'm afraid. 

He is my favorite, though. 

This is his Mini-me, Buddy. 

Buddy did rule the roost for a while. 

Here is the real boss, oldest son Singleton!  (the only chick 
to hatch under his mama in that hatch). 

Singie will literally run clear across the yard to bump his 
dad or brother if they look at a hen!

Speckles the Speckled Sussex (I didn't name her) 

Stripes, the Barred Rock.  See the difference in the combs on the two girls? 
Speckles is four, and her comb and wattle is washed out, almost pink. 
Stripes is two, and hers is still bright red.  She does not lay, though, 
or maybe is hiding the eggs. 

This is one of my five Ameracaunas, see her muffs on 
either side of her face?  These particular birds lay green eggs, 
some lay blue.  At least, the three that are SOMETIMES laying, lay green eggs. 

That's the problem, so many of my 19 hens are way past laying age. 

Do I get more?  I did, this year, and remember, the raccoons killed them. 
I have figured out a way to secure that small hen house, and 
am thinking of getting a few young layers. 

Why, at my age, would I do that?  I was going to let them peter out 
from old age. 

They keep me young.  I HAVE to get up, get dressed, go out, and take 
care of them, rain or shine, summer or winter. 

Twice a day. 

They are good for me. 

Gourd vines went crazy on the old walnut tree stump. 

Smallish, but interesting. 

I have very few in-ground perennials left (that you can see). 
This sedum is one of them, I had Ben cut down everything 
else in that bed.  I am going to try to rehab this bed, and this bed ONLY. 

Everything else will be on the deck next year. 

I end with a sad picture.  I was counting pumpkins today and went around to the back of the beds. 
There I found a dismembered cardinal.  I have about eight pairs who eat 
here, they are the last every evening.  I suspect I am short a male. 

I suspect Rusty, the feral cat, though I keep him well-fed. 

Stay safe, everyone.