Just Living Life

 

I wish I could show you how I saw before. I just sit amazed at every thing I see. Yesterday it was a perfect blue sky kind of day. My hens really needed a bit of time in the yard. I let them out and they were just enjoying the sunshine and all having dust baths and singing as only happy hens can do. It was clean house/laundry day so I would check on them every now and then when I noticed not a white Silkie in sight. Which means that crazy hawk was back.

 

I wish I could get a picture of this hawk when he is up to no good. He is a little what we called a sparrow hawk. He is a dreamer though, instead of sparrows or even doves, he wants chicken. He is very brave and doesn't even feel threatened by me. Now before I could see, he had to come right up on the porch before I could see him. Which he did I am sure and laughed fiendishly. He races so fast around the yard as he swoops and tries to get my hens.
I went outside to gather my hens and put them back in their house. When here flies in Mr. Hawk and does his swoop and laughs as he knew before I wouldn't be able to see where he was sitting watching me. But now I can see, and I saw just exactly where he was sitting. I walked down to his tree, and walked up to where he was and I yelled at him. He flew off,  I was hoping he was scared of me now as I can see again. Now if he would just go some place else for awhile. He is too small to get a hen, but  I have seen them tackle a dove and eat them on the ground so I am afraid he could do that to one of my silly white feather head Silkies. They really are not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Now that it is spring. I think the boys will not be working on the giant mud ball any more. My youngest son Peter though has been working on something else. I thought I would show his newest project.

This is one of them this perfectly round ball. He has another one but it doesn't have the designs this one does.

Here is I think the fourth one he has made. He is having to figure out things as he goes along.

Can you tell what they are made from? Well, they are made from mud. Just like the giant mud ball. Only he makes small ones and then polishes them. He has learned that it only works if we have a warm day. If the day is cool the mud won't stay together. This is something they do in Japan. He saw a video and decided to see if he could teach himself to make these.
It has been so much fun to see how each one will be different.  Not to mention just the smallest change in weather will keep the mud from staying together. It all started, when Peter and his Dad were talking, Peter wants to start a business. His Dad said, " Use your brain, think of something no one else has ever done, use what you have, because if you have an idea, you could change dirt into money." Peter decided to see if he could do just that. This was what came out of his head. I love that part about the field of dreams, it is still producing dreams after all of these years.

Have a wonderful day.

~Kim~

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes