Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Bluebird on the tree in the back yard. I see him almost every morning, lately. Does this mean Spring is here?
That’s a Hairy Woodpecker (I knew it was some kind of Woodpecker, but had to look around to find exactly what kind. We’ve also got one or two Downy Woodpeckers who visit from time to time).
My pretty Bluebird (pardon the blur, it was shot through a dirty window and at an angle).
The camera focused on the raindrops rather than on the Cardinal. I think it looks kind of neat.
(And then I focused on the Cardinal.)
Chickadees. So hard to get decent pictures of these guys because they won’t sit still!
Nuthatch. Such pretty little birds.
We had a ton of rain Sunday night/ Monday morning, and the bridge that goes over the ditch washed away. Luckily it didn’t go far – I snapped this picture from the spot where the bridge is supposed to be, and if you look closely, you can see the bridge near the tree on the right. It’s too heavy for me to lift, so Fred had to put it back in place when he got home.
Our Winter Honeysuckle is in bloom. This stuff smells so amazing – lemony and fresh, and though the two bushes are in front of the house, you can smell the blossoms all the way in the back yard.
George and Gracie playing King of Dirt Mountain.
Having spotted a threat to the flock, they’re off!
I didn’t get her in the picture, but Maxi was sauntering by. George and Gracie stood there and wagged their tails at her, but she ignored them, and eventually they returned to Witch Dirt Mountain.
I love it when the chickens get this appalled look.
Purty rooster.
Synchronized waddling.
Meredith Grey doesn’t care for all this water and mud, thank you.
I have no idea how they stay so clean and white when it’s so muddy out there.
Well, I know how this one stays clean – she stays in the coop where it’s dry.
Steam rising off the pond. Fred claims that that means it’s warm enough to go swimming. He can just shut it, ’cause I am NEVER going swimming in that pond.
Early morning pond.
Pretty boy ducks.
I don’t know what they’re saying about that hen’s back end, but I bet it’s not complimentary.
Checking for food in a puddle.
“Come on, hurry up! You’re so slow!”
Ducks of a feather really DO flock together.
Everett, on the platform in the front room.
Coming down off the platform.
Everett has such gorgeous orange eyes.
Sally’s are a lighter gold.
You can’t really tell from this picture, but Lucy’s eyes are darker gold than Sally’s, but not as dark as Everett’s. The girls’ eyes have a really pretty ring of green around their pupils. I’m trying to get good closeup pictures to illustrate that, but haven’t had much luck yet.
I usually share pictures of Joe Bob on Thursdays, but I don’t have any at the moment, and rather than hunt him down and snap pictures of him now, instead I’ll promise to get some pictures of him before next Thursday and offer you… more black cats!
Maxi outside. “No, seriously guys! Let me in!” and then I go over and open the door because I’m a SUCKER, and she looks in, sniffs disdainfully and stomps off. Grrrr.
“Your home is not to my liking, lady.”
Tom Cullen on the scratcher.
Someone at the vet asked Fred if we named Tommy (whose “legal” name is Tom Cullen) after the Twilight books. Fred was pretty horrified (he is, of course, named after Tom Cullen from The Stand).
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Previously
2011: The Box.
2010: She made her angry high-pitched meow, she stomped around, she glared at the basket.
2009: These sisters are so adorable, they kill me!
2008: To our surprise, the owl was still alive when we got home.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.