Writing a blog makes me notice things. The birds are starting to molt. The blue jays look crazy as they have feathers sticking every which way and tail feathers are missing. I wondered the other day, does missing tail feathers make the bird that is flying go different directions like a rudder does a boat? My white Silkies are loosing feathers at a rapid rate. My chicken pen looks like it is filled with snow.
This morning when we woke up at O Dark Thirty, out in the yard was a skunk. I went and got my camera.
The sun is up now, so the skunks and the foxes have all skedaddled it for home. Time to go water everything and sweat.
Have a delightful Wednesday,
---The Yearling, Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, 1939
( One of the most beautiful written stories but one of the saddest books I have read except for Where the Red Fern Grows which remains the saddest.)