every day is a good day
The Swedish Flower rooster and hen have introduced a variety of colors into the flock. I noticed that this young rooster has some blue feathers, not many, but a few. Maybe next year there will be a chicken with even more blue feathers, the year after more still, and eventually a truly blue chicken.
Making a trail in the woods using the bark of a tree wasn’t something I planned to do today. I was out in the woods chopping firewood. It was time to cut up a Maple log we had felled some time ago and left to dry. But as I was chopping it up, the bark peeled off in nice pieces, and they worked very well to line a trail.
Finding a delightful group of mushrooms was another forest surprise.
A magnificent head of Tatsoi, apples, and nashi. The Tatsoi not only looks remarkable whole, cutting the leaves creates a starburst of green stems.
I’ve bicycled past this sign near the post office all summer. Now it’s fall. What I’ve heard is that it will be a beer and pizza joint. The building has a long history, having been a diner, a grocery store, a pizza place, and a restaurant. What will it be next?
While we wait, it’s fall, a season of brilliant colors. What if we would all die like autumn leaves, going to our graves in brilliant color, getting more flamboyant the older we get?
Our nashi (Asian pear) tree is loaded with fruit this year, more fruit than we can possibly eat. But none of it will go to waste. Chickens are connoisseurs of fruit and if they spot low hanging fruit, they will jump up to peck at it. Of the 9,000,000,000 plus chickens which are raised in the US each year, I wonder how many ever get the chance to peck at fruit hanging on the low branches of a tree. How many chickens even get to eat fresh fruit at all?
At a man and his hoe®, the chickens get to gorge on fresh fruit nearly every day in the fall. Lucky and her chicks are enjoying fresh nashi I crushed, until other chickens muscle their way in.
Lucky is such a good mother, she may get the Mother of the Year Award this year.
