Tag: chickens
member name: Mary H.
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September 17, 2009 01:49 PM EDT --
The curtain is coming down on summer. Each morning it's a little darker when I wake up, the light illuminating my morning chicken chores is a little more muted. In another month I'll need a flashlight . . .
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August 11, 2008 12:46 AM EDT --
This week I want to write to Dylan, my fancy pants middle son in Chicago, even though he was just down here to attend another wedding. He spent some time, too, helping his grandparents move, and I appreciate . . .
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September 15, 2008 12:01 AM EDT --
I didn't have high hopes for the eggs L.S. and I snuck under the Tawnies. Twice last week the first Ta wny managed to somehow carry an egg about 5 feet away from the nest. Both eggs were smelly when . . .
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February 06, 2009 11:40 AM EST --
The ad in the newspaper said: You have 3 Choices
1. Connect your older TV to a digital-to-analog converter box; or
2. Buy a digital television (a TV with a built-in digital tuner); or
3. Subscribe . . .
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September 10, 2009 10:29 PM EDT --
When I was 13 I stopped eating meat. I went all "Fern and Wilber" and "where's-Papa-going-with-that-axe?" I didn't eat meat for one very simple reason: I didn't want to harm animals. I had seen Bambi. . . .
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September 11, 2009 12:38 AM EDT --
In Birdland mornings are foggy. Isis comes in from her run with beads of dew on her coat. My dog had a su mmer cut (which the groomer loosely interpreted as a shave) about six weeks ago, and her . . .
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November 23, 2008 10:14 PM EST --
I've always loved our windmill. I remember climbing the rusty ladder toward the twirling blades when I was thirteen or fourteen. I was halfway up when my grandfather tore out of the house, yelling . . .
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February 20, 2009 09:57 AM EST --
In Birdland Spring teases us with the bright blue skies and occasional warmish breeze. Last week I saw a robin as I carried seed out to the aviary, and my daffodils are sending up green shoots, almost . . .
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October 15, 2009 09:13 AM EDT --
So much rain in Birdland, I wonder when they will be able to bring in the corn. A late sunrise and over cast skies make for dark mornings and shadowy chicken duties. It's not that I'm wishing . . .
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July 28, 2008 09:12 AM EDT --
This week in Birdland I've learned a little about the empty nest while L.S. was away at camp. It's really just a preview; he won't even be away for a whole week. Not like when I dropped my . . .
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September 07, 2008 11:46 PM EDT --
It's dark out and the chickens are in bed. The ducks go in on their own now, and sleep in the chicken coop, but they intimidate the chickens, who roost up on the roof, and I have to go out and catch . . .
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October 06, 2008 12:52 AM EDT --
In Autumn more than any other time I'm keenly aware of how quickly the seasons pass. Maybe because I can look back over the summer and see all of the berries I didn't pick, all of the chores left . . .
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December 01, 2008 10:24 AM EST --
It's cold this week in Birdland, and it's a trick trying to keep the water thawed out. We have some electric water bowls and a heated pad, but the ducks drink much more water than the chickens . . .
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January 10, 2009 11:20 AM EST --
It is 2,181 miles from Birdland to Seattle. Today it's 42 degrees there, and cloudy, with showers in the forecast. I have to think about these things, when I imagine my boy, who just said goodbye . . .
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September 21, 2008 10:20 PM EDT --
I always feel romantic at the corners of the year. I think it is something about standing on the threshold--any threshold. Here we are at the edge of autumn. It's not here yet, but we know it's . . .
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September 29, 2008 12:31 AM EDT --
It is the season of the yellow butterflies and the tiny, biting gnats. I don't know if they are really gnats, but they are the size of a large fleck of pepper and have a silver triangle on their heads. . . .
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January 28, 2009 09:44 AM EST --
In first grade we had a substitute teacher. It was right around my birthday. I don't remember her name, but I have a vivid memory of her standing at the front of the classroom. She had a modest beehive . . .
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March 13, 2009 09:44 AM EDT --
Aren't spring shoots amazing? Pushing up out of frozen, grey earth, shouldering aside clods, each shoot with a different shape. A rosette of green tulip leaves is tinged with red, each leaf like the . . .
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April 03, 2009 11:19 AM EDT --
Birdland is fresh with spring green and sprouts. Tiny, dicots polka dot the worn spots in the yard, and I wonder what kinds of weeds I might be pulling in the next few weeks. My seeds arrive d in the . . .
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April 10, 2009 10:11 AM EDT --
Birdland is damp and overcast today, and the ducks are happy. They wandered off somewhere this morning and I was just sure that they were gone—carried away by a sneaky predat or or lured away by a handsome . . .
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