every day is a good day
Love is not human, love is universal. I spend many hours a day with other animals, and their lives are as dependent on love as ours. Baby chicks are bathed in love from the moment they are hatched until their mother decides they are old enough to be on their own. Without such constant love, they would have gone extinct eons ago.
Our cats, Woody and Rusty, are best friends, and often spend cozy afternoons snuggling together. Loving and being loved is as important to them as it is to us.
It’s another fiery autumn day. A perfect day to put some eggs under MiAsa 美朝, a feisty hen who has been sitting on some wooden eggs for a few days. I’ve written 9s on the eggs as they should hatch November 9 if all goes well. And in case any other hens lay eggs on her nest while MiAsa is incubating, I will be able to tell which ones they are, so I can remove them.
Here she is. When she fluffs her neck feathers, she looks like a lion. In the clip below, watch how she pecks at my hand when I place eggs underneath her, and see how she shifts the eggs into position underneath her.
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On the way out of the chicken yard, I laugh at a clever hen who has discovered that the biggest pile of feed is inside the feeder.
This is why Washington is called the Evergreen state. Green and blue are the predominate colors here. “Shades of Green” would make a fitting title for a novel which takes place here.
Though this time of year, especially when there is a setting sun, gold fills the forest. Nature goes crazy with its paint brushes this time of year. In dying, the leaves remind us that they are spun out of spring and summer sunlight. Many of these beautiful, golden leaves, will end up in the vegetable fields and become the vegetables we enjoy. The leaves will also feed a host of bugs and worms the chickens crave.
Eggs don’t always come as ovals. Sometimes they can be quite pointed. The most interesting ones stay here. That’s the privilege of having your own eggs. The “boring” ones go off to market. Though, none of the chickens at a man and his hoe® lay boring eggs.
I don’t need to travel all the way to Nanzen-ji to view a beautiful garden. I found an exquisite moss garden much closer to home. The moss is soft and plump from the cool autumn rains. This time of year, the Skagit River Valley turns into mossland.
And where was this exquisite moss garden? I discovered it alongside the road on the way home from the post office. Maybe there are beautiful gardens alongside the roads you travel. Sometimes, all it takes is for you to stop to see them.
