I haven't let my chickens out in the yard for quite awhile. That hawk is just getting so brave. Yesterday he flew right up to the french doors and looked in as I was making my bed. Then a bit later he was sitting on the fence around the pool watching.
He has taken to sitting in a tree next to the coop and when I come outside he screeches. I don't think we will ever be friends. He watches me like...well a hawk.
Something even tried last night to dig into the house part of the coop. I can't tell if it is a fox or a skunk or a possum.
Make me a godly man or a godly woman in my old age. "
(The gift of old age.)
"Is not wisdom found among the aged?
Does not long life bring understanding?
---Me trying to remember what is important every time I see the silver in my hair.---