This is a season of endless flowers. This evening, some of the apple trees are in full bloom. Growing food keeps you surrounded with beauty.
The cherry blossom petals are blowing onto the pond, collecting like snow along its banks.
The chickens are making their last rounds before darkness settles in.
Tulips still dazzle. They last longer if you plant them in part shade. It also helps if you have gentle springs, not too hot, not too cold.
Author: theMan
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May Evening
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An Ignoble End – (not for the faint of heart)
Chickens are hardly the peaceful vegetarians many think they are. They are cold-blooded killers with a taste for fresh meat and blood. Fortunately for us, we are too big to be on their menu. But pity the poor field mouse who are no match for these efficient killers.
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Just Three Days Old and All This Fun
These chicks are just three days old and already out in the grass and weeds. Little chicks go nuts with joy the first time their mother takes them outdoors. She had them out yesterday, on day two, in the garden. Today she is taking them further, across the driveway and along the brush of a stream.
Or, they could be in a situation like this. In their short lives, the chicks in a broiler like that shown below, will travel less their whole lives, than the chicks above do every day with their mother.
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Old Love Birds
I’ve never seen two old love birds like Billy and Imelda. They’re not exclusive, mind you. Billy continues to cavort with plenty of other hens, but Imelda has a special place in his heart. They spend a lot of time together, and this afternoon when I saw Billy standing in the doorway of one of the doghouses, I went to investigate what he was doing.
He was watching out for Imelda, who was in the doghouse to lay an egg. He hovered around her for half an hour or so.
He was right next to her when she laid this egg.
And afterwards, he followed her around. The two make a touching pair. He is five years old and she is four. For chickens, they are well into middle age.
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The Beauty of Growing Produce
Growing vegetables and fruits is like living in an art museum. Every time I step out into the vegetable patches to weed, thin, and pick vegetables, there is more beauty than I can possibly absorb.
There are many artists who are known for the flowers they draw. Where are the artists painting growing salad greens or blooming herbs?