An Early Morning Walk

 

We have rain again today.  I thought it might be nice to go for my early morning walk.  I don't mind walking in the rain, but it is nicer when its dry. Sasha will go with me. She will not get off the porch in the rain. She got another mouse this morning. She is a happy dog. She has found her purpose in life. Enough said.

 

The birds are loosing their minds now. The mockingbirds are fighting like crazy. The dove are who-hooing. The blue jays are getting very aggressive towards the doves for nesting places. The meadowlarks are singing in the green grass. The finches are getting their spring coats and the phoebes are singing almost non stop, except of course, when I leave the yard and they can take baths in the swimming pool in peace. I admit to watching the phoebes take baths. They enjoy it so much. The hawks are really incredible. Three red-tailed hawks were incredible in their dance high up in the sky.

 

This morning I was out walking when one of my hens decided to come for a walk too.  I didn't think to much about it as they do love to come out where I am and take in the sights. Sasha feeling her oats after her warm breakfast, decided she might like a little chicken to go with her mouse. Sasha all I can say was a crazy dog. She never does anything but round the hens up and put them back in their coop all day if I would let her.  Today Sasha wouldn't let the hen back in the gate. The hen thought this was a good idea. ( Yes, hens think)

 

The hen went next door. It was no big deal when no one lived there but now that someone does I can't go jumping the fence anymore. Once she got on the other side of the fence, she started this little singing sound. Which said to me, " Wow, look at these digs!! I have never been in this place before, what if I go over here and check this place out." So I jumped the fence. I chased her around in the driveway of the neighbors yard.
( Just an aside, I grew up on that other side of the fence, so its a weird feeling thinking once through the fence, I become Kim the girl.) Like Alice Through the Looking Glass.

 

As I chased her around a bit, ( Great for getting steps.) She finally went back on our side of the fence. To the front yard. Now that we don't live out in the country anymore there is traffic. Lots of traffic. There I am on a early morning chasing this hen in the front yard, who does not want to be caught. She finally decides that she wants to go on the front porch. Sasha has now turned into White Fang.  Sasha manages to  get the hen up on the front railings and I grabbed her, drawing her to my chest, because White Fang is wanting to jump up and bite her. The hen is flapping and squawking and I am just praying no one is out there with a phone filming this for You Tube. Sad isn't it that you can do anything anymore with out someone filming it?

 Its always interesting when I go outside. Today I saw lots of little cats that live behind us. Some of the prettiest kittens I have seen in awhile. I must harden my heart, but I am intent on getting them used to me so I can pet them. I am their daily entertainment.  I saw something really interesting. A whole flock of finches were in the furrows of the pasture when I was walking. They were following me all over the pasture. On the ground, walking. At first I thought it was baby killdeers, but it wasn't it was finches. When I finished walking, they flew up in the trees in the yard and just talked among themselves. I think they are really missing sunflowers.

Wishes for free.

Thank you so much for visiting today. Thank you so much for sharing my life. Have a beautiful day,

~Kim~

 “When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.”
-- Celia Thaxter