Hi everyone. Here we are, another week drawing to a close. I have no idea where time goes. Remember the song from Fiddler On The Roof, I think it is called, Sunrise Sunset? It was one of the songs what we had sung at our wedding. Sunrise Sunset.....Sunrise Sunset.....swiftly fly the years.........
That is how I feel right now. Time is just zipping by at lightening speed. I wish I could find a way to make it slow down, but try as I might, those sunrises and sunsets keep coming like one crashing wave after another.
My week has been busy. Some good, some not. Last week one day, about noon or so, I heard a loud bit of chicken chatter. At first I thought that it was just one of them laying. But then, it sounded like more than one, and more panicked. I ran out back, and by then it was over. Aunt Beatrice was gone. Vanished. All that was left of her was a pile of her beautiful feathers. I was too late, and my Aunt Bea was taken by either a hawk or coyote. We have both, and often. Yesterday, I left the house to go to my Mom's and wound up staying out to have dinner with my Mom and brother and sister in law and nephew. I texted Greg to close the coop door. He didn't get it until about 7:30, and when he did, thought that there was one less chicken. I got home and searched the orange grove with a flashlight, and nothing. Then a few minutes later, my son and husband heard a coyote and went out to check, and though the coyote was not in the grove, he was close, and they found evidence of my second hen, having been taken by a coyote. Again I was sick. My chickens aren't just for eggs. They are my pets. I got up early this morning and let the girls out with me, and then put them back safely inside the coop when I went in. Later I let them out when I worked in the yard, but until I can get their enclosure covered to keep them in, and coyotes out, I will be extra cautious.
Their molts are finished, and they are laying again like crazy!
Remember my 2 dollar wreath from Michael's? I hung it in my entry way over the mirror. I was going to Valentine it up a bit with some hearts, but then my friend Pammy Sue suggested using one of the crochet puffed hearts I had been making. Brilliant!!!
I have this little Valentine vignette sitting on my ottoman in the living room. Rusted iron bookends, rusted iron mouse, (also from my brother Mark), rusted iron vase with some of Dad's roses. A rusted iron heart, and a much loved photo we had done while doing family pictures a couple years ago at the beach. We drew a heart in the sand, and my father's name, and the photographer went to the pier to take the photo as we were all blowing a kiss heavenward to my Dad.
Saturday is our son Drew's 24th birthday. We are having everyone here for dinner. Then on Sunday again for Super Bowl. I am making the peppered beef for Super Bowl. What are you doing this weekend?