Flowers and Chicks.

 

I think raindrops on any kind of flower is as nice as "Raindrops on Roses."  I am on a roll, or "Raindrops On My Head." At least it isn't Rainy Day and Mondays right? Okay I will stop. I woke up singing I'm A Wanderer, but I only know the first part of that. I guess I need to look it up on You Tube.

How are you this morning? We have a "passing shower." You know that saying, "Rain before seven is gone by eleven." That will be our day I think. Just nice spring rain. I took some pictures of my chicks. Not good pictures mind you. I went in to clean their cage and I had my camera so I took a few pictures. They don't sit still like flowers do. So here it goes.

 

These two are bantams. I think the taller one is going to be a Barred Bantam Cochin. I think.
The little guy next to him is also a bantam and just guessing it could be a light Brahma Bantam.
As the bantams are getting bigger I spend all of this time staring at pictures of Bantam chicks online.
I guess the game I am playing is guess that breed.

 

 This is the bravest and cutest chicken of all. As soon as the door is open, she runs to be first and to be held first. Sometimes she gets a little over zealous and completely misses and ends up on the floor. I have no clue what they are but I think they will look like Red Stars when they are hens.

 

Not a very good picture but this one has me just wondering what on earth they are. I think I have a pair. I think this one is the rooster. The hen looks like a tiny dove. They are the color of doves. I call them my little birdy's. Just guessing but I think they are called. Old English Self Blue Bantams.

 

To the left is the one that I think will be the little hen. I could have nothing but Bantams. Except I need big hens for the eggs. I wish I could have this whole place filled with chickens, ducks, peacocks and guineas. I also would like a bunch of geese. Have you ever read the book by Gene Stratton Porter called Laddie?
I think I would like a place like that. Lots of fowl.

In the spring Farm Girl which is me becomes my dominate personality. When it gets to hot I go back to being the hooking-sewing- girl. I can't stand to be in the house when the new leaves are on the trees, the birds are singing and the grass is greening up. Every where I look there is something new to look at. I really have been thinking I wish I had a tree house. To climb up and lay on my back and feel the wind rocking the tree and listen to the trees talking to themselves and watch the dappled sunlight drift among the branches.

I have to remember, I am a mother of six, grandmother of nine. In the spring though, I forget it and become that girl who I really am inside. Just me. Not the grown up me I have become.

Thank you so much for stopping by out of your busy schedule and for reading this silly thing that is my blog.
It is a honor for me.

Have a wonderful and exciting day.

~Kim~

It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success.

 

---Gene Stratton Porter