Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Goodbye, Leo

Bob's dad passed away in the wee hours of this morning - while not unexpected, the actuality of losing a parent hits hard. Suddenly everything is very different, and yet just the same. It's disorienting, to say the least. 


It's been a long journey for Leo, and it feels slightly unreal as we prepare to make our own journey to gather with the family in Wyoming to celebrate his life and mourn his passing.  

And I suddenly realized this evening - while cleaning up from dinner - that tomorrow is Eleanor's birthday - she would have been 76.  

We miss you both, already and still...

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Broody hens

We've had a couple of broody hens this spring - first Lucy, currently Summer.  This is an annual phenomenon -> some hens just want to be moms...


How do you know when you have a broody hen? Well, for starters, she won't leave the nest box. Look for feathers: she'll have plucked out all of her breast feathers in order to have a very warm patch of soft skin to keep those eggs warm.  She won't be laying, but she'll be sitting on everyone else's eggs and keeping them warm (alas, no rooster in our coop, those eggs are NOT fertile).  She'll be clucking and shrieking and puffing herself up if you get near her.  She might peck you if you try to touch her, she'll definitely be pecking her flockmates and chasing them away from the nestboxes.


Also, check out the turkey-like tail display:




Have you ever heard the phrase, "Madder than a wet hen" ?  Well, one way to 'break' broodiness is to reduce the core temperature (I liken broody hens to menopausal women) - and a method employed by farmwives was to dunk broody hens in ice water.  Once you've met a broody hen, you'll fully understand that particular colloquialism.


Here is our garlic patch - looking good!



Friday, June 1, 2012

Our Ladies of Ballard

Last weekend I snagged these lovely portraits of our girls, aren't they magnificent?

 Jane

 Lucy

 Maggie

 Pepper

Summer

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

What I like about May...

May is a welcome arrival in these parts...I woke up before 6am this morning to the sound of birds singing (and the intense need to pee) and it was light out!  Now that's what I'm talking about, Sherman...

It's the month of fuzzy neon green foliage, the scent of lilacs blooming, 5-egg days (!), and rain/sun/clouds/wind.  Peas tendrils are reaching up, spinach is unfurling, strawberries have flowers, asparagus is poking up through the sodden dirt, apple blooms are dropping petals (which the chickens love to eat), clematis has burst forth, pollen is poking my nose and eyes. 

It's also 'Bike to Work' month in Seattle. Thankfully my office has a team each year, which provides the kick in the ass I need to drag my cobweb-draped bike out of the shed and roll it down the hill.  Despite the stark reminder this activity provides about my utter lack of effort throughout the dark, rainy months of winter - here are a couple of things I really, really love about it:

Having to wait on the sidewalk on my bike at the Fremont Bridge while a boat passes under it (vs. idling in a car way back in the line):



Having to pause for the gaggle of goslings that are crossing the bike path at South Lake Union

Being hot and sweaty (as opposed to chilly and damp)

The riot of blooms that greet you around every bend in the road - and the sweetly scented air that accompanies them (lilac dominating at the present moment)

Being outside :)

Monday, April 9, 2012

Hidden treasures

Great weather here in the PNW for all those Easter egg hunts - sunny and warm! I spent most of the daylight hours out of doors, working in the yard and garden, admiring the hens, gathering eggs, and soaking up the rays...

Reluctantly headed down to the basement this afternoon to do a little work on our project - today it was demo on a dark, dirty closet that's tucked away in a corner. Dusty and cobwebby, and nailed together as if it were a tornado shelter - but hidden in the framing I found this delightful object:

Diarrhoea Remedy for Canaries - what will they think of next? Alas, the bottle is empty, but it will certainly have a place in our cabinet of curiosities...

Then there was this hidden treasure in our lilac bush:


Saturday, March 3, 2012

Signs of spring

It may not be apparent to everyone just yet, but I know spring is coming when -

I'm overcome by a deep urge to open all the windows while doing my Saturday chores - no matter the temperature...

It occurs to me that I could hang the laundry out to dry on the clothesline...

Through open windows, I hear chirping bushtits, chickadees, juncos - and look out to see that the forsythia is blooming...


















We suddenly have 2 dozen eggs in the fridge, and they didn't come from the grocery store.