Pamela loves trees and misses living here in the northeast where we are rich in arboreal delights
i know she would be charmed by the puddles of spring beauties flowering in the lawn of the sycamore allée
and the pristine blue sky-light illuminating the soft pink dogwood and new leaves of the giant chestnuts
And walking beneath these, i can hear her say, "So that's why it's called a copper beech"
Kelly, who adores her father and mother would be looking for the fruit trees (of which there are only ornamental ones) and asking all sorts of practical questions while her mother continued looking up, all around, and sighing with contentment.
Pamela loves her home, which was near her daughter's but has flown in the company of good friends to tour Eastern Europe where i trust there are many, many beautiful grand old and new, young trees marvels and wonders music, art and histories to pull her mind and heart out of the grief if only for blessed moments of relief.
Dear Father in Heaven, You have asked a lot of our sister, taking three of her children and her husband back to where You are. Please wrap Pamela--who has always put her full trust in You in Your comfort and love especially on this day and all the rest of her days here with us. You have asked her to endure much and therefore we trust You will honor her unwavering faith and continue to buoy her, and to help her find solace and balm in the company of her friends while she journeys.
i've introduced you already to Buddy, the cat who lives here at Greenwood and some of the chickens and geese. As much as i enjoy all of them i confess that the little Call ducks just may be my favorites.
Small bantams, these little ducks are no bigger than the foot of my big muck boots. And yes, they do call Often. and they are very loud. Three of them live here, and as soon as they see you or Buddy approach they sound the alert for the whole barnyard. All three of them at once. And they carry on, and on, and on.
If i were to ever have birds i'd make sure i did not put my call ducks anywhere near my bedroom window.
Whenever i go into the coop, they commence their calling but generally quiet down after a little while. As you can see, they even stop running about and may even settle quietly enough to pose for a photograph
However, everything is different this weekend because the females are now Moms having laid their first shiny, silver-blue eggs.
Notice how the one female remains calm and on her nest while i fill the feed bowls and freshen their water?
Well. You should see--and hear--the other young lady whenever i come around. When i first entered the coop yesterday morning she raced off her nest and charged me pecked my foot several times then began waddling about in circles, quacking all the while charging me again then stumbling about, dragging a wing pretending to be injured and luring me away from the nest and outside of the nesting area.
Her male companion raced to her side. I could barely take a step she scooted around me, faster than i could turn darting this way and that pecking my feet then running off to the furtherest corner leading me away from her nest scolding me constantly.
If I didn't have thick rubber boots on i might have been alarmed. But she is so adorable, so cute as she flutters and flusters i could only smile and laugh.
She was determined to keep me away from her eggs. Yes, i'll admit it. they are so beautiful i did think about stealing one. But she is so protective, so proud of her eggs that i could not. Will not.
The sweet new Mom would not give up. She was alarmed and so was her companion. So i left as soon as she would let me make my way out the door. But not before i captured this tiny little video for you.
P.S. As Lucy notes, they are quite noisy--so, you may wish to lower the volume on you computer before hitting "play". Sorry, Lucy!! i should have warned you all!
In honor of Mother's Day and to calm her sweet young heart i will not go into the coop any more than necessary today but try to watch, only, from a distance she feels comfy with.
opened last week with violets, clover and grass. When they first appear i have to smile. i especially enjoy looking over at the neighbor's front garden where he has let them be. Each spring he mows before they go to seed and now a nice constellation in a sea of rich green fills that corner of the block.
Last week, it was the endlessly entertaining and generous chickens and geese at Greenwood who provided the colorful eggs
See those two lying to the top and right of the nice brown one? It's difficult to tell in this photo, but they are a lovely pale green. The only white one is that big goose egg.
My favorites are the little slender blue ones and cream-white plump ones laid by the bantams.
A few quick snaps (they refuse to pose) of some of the contributers:
The hen at the top (an Araucana) and/or her sisters provide lots and lots of the beautiful blue and green eggs. The two little Buff Cochins in front lay several of those little plump creamy-white eggs everyday.
This sweet, curious little Siberian Blue hen follows me all around the coop and tho she may not have the prettiest face she is the one who lays those adorable little blue eggs. Up close, her coloring is exquisite
Her rooster is a very little fellow who is, nonetheless, confidantly cocky
i believe the goose egg was donated by one of the fluffy Sebastapols who kept an eye on me the whole time