Another blessed event!

So far these two are safe and sound.  Three more eggs...we'll see!

Full Moon Setting

Moon, inconstant moon.  It was full last night, casting long gray shadows across the grass. Encouraging the movement of nighttime critters.  Driving the dogs full barking mad.

Stealing my sleep.

This morning the moon gained slight advantage on me, so beautifully backlighting the barn.

Inconstant moon.

Beautiful (little) eggs!

A small egg appeared in the nest the other day. Perhaps a "fart egg"? Well, perhaps, but I think it's quite possible one of the young hens has begun to lay. Since three are Araucanas and one is a Golden Laced Wyandotte, I'm guessing it must be Dotty. Aren't the eggs just lovely?

Believe me, the salmonella outbreak in the commercial egg stream has shocked people into a new consideration of that old question "where does my food come from?" I have strong feelings about the way animals are treated in the commercial food business, but I don't often share them. It is gratifying to see so many folks recognizing that there just might be a problem out there. Just maybe, maybe you should be eating beautiful eggs from truly happy hens.

Like this little egg.

What big eyes you have!

I stepped outside to call Luke in tonight.  It was pitch black dark, so I waved my hand in front of the motion controlled light.  As I did, something hit me in the head.  Not like a leaf, like a bat -- the animal kind!

First I jumped, then I looked to see if I could see what had hit me.  And this is what I saw.

Over there on the wall...

A sticky-fingered frog!  Once I realized what it was, I was no longer concerned.  (Unless Barbara G. tells me it's some exotic poisonous frog, but I don't think she will!)  So since it was staying stuck to the wall, I took a few other photos...

This is my favorite, taken from above.  "My, what big eyes you have!"

It's just a little, green, sticky-fingered frog.

And Luke still hasn't come in!

(I am informed that this is Hyla versicolor, a gray tree frog.)

Morning has Broken, 5

Today the weather is due to break.  The humidity should drop.  In theory, at least, that will make a dent in the population of mosquitoes tormenting us.  Until then, I'll continue to smash them on the window glass.  You see the remains of one, probably my blood, on the photo above, shot through the sliding glass door.  At the moment I love smashed mosquito remains.