Poultry Tales: The Magic Of Optimism (Lavender Ameraucana Hatch #1)

21 September 2021 ~ Carrie

*Shipped Lavender Ameraucana eggs along with our own Black Copper Marans* *eggs*

When you artificially incubate eggs as often as I do, you understand that bad things can happen. That’s why I think of hatching as bittersweet: the joy brought by new hatchlings is tempered by the sadness of those that die or have problems that may adversely impact their quality of life. Despite the inevitable lows, I find that there will be experiences that profoundly affect me, and that keep me going…like the immense strength in a tiny chick’s will to live.

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Haiku: The In-Between

20 September 2021 ~ Carrie

Isn’t it striking that we’ve associated darkness with negative things, like evil and death? That we do everything we can to light the darkness, to keep it at bay? And that the villain in Western movies is typically dressed in black? Why is the heart of darkness assumed to be bad?

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Haiku: Ornamental Odonate

10 September 2021 ~ Carrie

Early morning here often means heavy dew on the grass – humidity often approaches 100%. As I walked to a hoop tractor during morning feeding, I noticed the unmistakable double set of wings of a dragonfly…and a real beauty. She was clinging to a blade of grass, completely still, as if dormant (understandable in an ectotherm). At last, a chance to capture her image!

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Haiku: Obstinate Orb Weaver

9 September 2021 ~ Carrie

It’s orb weaver time of year. Throughout the pastures, the industrious creatures have been at work, draping their webs between stalks of grass. Wet with morning dew, they’re stunning to behold. I try my best to avoid damaging those webs as I move through, but, sometimes, a spider will decide to make a web in a place where it can’t be – like atop the wire “cage” that secures the ramp from the chicken coop – and I have to ruin the spider’s masterpiece.

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Haiku: Foretelling Fall

2 September 2021 ~ Carrie

As I walked through pasture, still wet with morning dew, a leaf floated down, spiraling as it went, right in front of me. It was as if the big silver maple, so stoic and steadfast, was telling me something…and I am listening.

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Haiku: Monday Muster

1 September 2021 ~ Carrie

Anyone else need a dose of sunflowers this Monday morning? I know I do.

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