Well hello there!
It's always inquisitive Pepper.
She loves to have her picture taken.
The girls following me as I check
the veggie beds.
Nugget
She's pecking at the broccoli leaves.
You'd think she'd have better
sense than to jam her head in
between the wire.
Last year her comb got caught.
Goofy girl!
Nugget eyeballing me
when I told her to get away.
They never listen...
Hazel, Pepper and Nugget
having a morning snack.
A funny thing happened on the way to the coop.
A stray cat,
one I've never seen before,
was walking along the top of the wooden fence.
He was a big-faced, all black cat,
quite a bit larger than the girls.
I went out to patrol the area because
I was wary of him being a potential predator.
Now,
our girls are cat savvy,
by that I mean they can handle themselves
with the neighborhood felines,
as evidenced by the incessant
"hen pecking" of the small calico cat.
(No, he doesn't seem to get the message,
yes, he keeps coming back,
and the chickens keep pecking him,
bless his simple little heart)
Anyway,
Hazel was busily scooping out bugs
from the grass when the large cat jumped
down from the fence near her.
She squawked and flew up into the air!
(Well, she didn't get much lift,
cuz she's fat, so...)
She flew up in fright but
came down in fury!
Her squawking brought all "the girls to the yard".
They immediately assessed the situation
and fanned out to encircle the cat.
Their feathers puffed out, their necks were
held high and they froze in that position.
I was expecting them to whip
out switchblades and have
a West Side Story style dance beatdown!
It was like Custer at Little Big Horn!
Like Rambo!
Like mad as hell chickens....
The cat, assessing the intelligence of
landing in the middle of this unfortunate scene,
looked around toward me,
as if pleading
"Call off your hens!".
I, on the other hand, was in a
wait and see mode,
chilling on the patio with a cup of tea.
I knew those girls meant business,
and they were gonna make him an offer
he couldn't refuse.
The cat correctly presumed that since he was
on his own, retreat
was his only escape plan.
And, with a quick look around again,
he leaped up onto the fence
and beat it outta there,
licketysplit!
(always wanted to see that word in print)
Anyway.....
The chicken girls were still in
attack formation in that weird
Children of the Corn - like,
semi-circle and for a couple seconds
they were very still and quiet,
then all hell broke loose!
They all started clucking
to the top of their lungs,
as if to say...
"Take that cat!'
"And don't come back!"
But, I think there were actually some
fowl words too....
And just like that,
the backyard was calm again.
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Brussels Sprouts
Broccoli
Purple broccoli
Harvested Broccoli
for salad today.
White Broccoli
Leeks.
These are grown from
the ones we bought at the grocery.
Mint, oregano and thyme.
Pretty much everything in this picture
is a rescue.
The fence part, the bakers rack, the pots
and most of the plants.
Cool!
Patchouli,
because we like the smell
and it keeps mosquitos away.
Chrysanthemums
Red Dianthus with wild violets
Mother Aloe's flower stalk
Louisiana Iris about to bloom
Can't wait to see the color.
A piece of geranium I'm trying to root.
Ianceolata -
or Egyptian Starcluster
Citronella,
another plant that
mosquitos don't like.
Smells like those coils at the drive-in!
A Ladybug and her
ahem....
Gentlemanbug,
having a little
afternoon delight.
L.O.L.
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Just a small list of stuff I don't get....
Bidet - why?
I don't want a wet butt, Ill use
a wet wipe instead, thank you.
Anchovies,
on pizza.... why?
Who said "Oooh, lets put these
small salty slimy fish on pizza!"
Fragrance commercials,
why?
Who buys this stuff because of
Johnny Depp in the desert scooping sand
and looking into the setting sun?
What does that smell like anyway?
and
Toilet paper, diaper or feminine hygiene
commercials with blue water?
Why?
Blue stuff doesn't come outta
humans,
just sayin'
3 comments:
Correction. Blue stuff might come outta humans after a blue snoball! Ha!
š¤£ your garden and girls are beautiful
It’s getting there. The spring is always nice.
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