Peripatetic philomaths…focusing on what's really important, eating ethically and cleanly, fermenting, foraging/wildcrafting, practicing herbalism, and being responsible stewards of our land. Sharing our photos, musings, and learnings. Still seeking our tribe.
It’s hatching day for Silverudd’s Blue and Olive Egger eggs! At last check, the first external pip was on an SB egg (it pipped the wrong end, which isn’t necessarily a problem), and an Olive Egger had also made a nice, large crack in its shell. Over the next couple of days, there should be fluffballs running around the incubator and, when they’re ready, the brooder. If you like cute chick pics, stay tuned!
Walking through a pasture yesterday, I spied something white in the long grass and discovered that it was a partial skull (the mandible is missing, and it’s flipped upside down). The deer to whom the skull belongs has clearly been dead for a while, and given the austere time of year, its remains could have been scavenged by some hungry animal and the skull left where the meal ended.
Small herds of deer visit our property, grazing and resting, from time to time. Maybe this was one of those visiting deer or its offspring.
I can’t help but wonder how it came to rest here…dragged by a coyote, perhaps? It’s stark reminder of the fleeting and fragile nature of life, especially for creatures that are wild and free.
Castor likes to conserve his energy until he needs to expend it, like when it’s mealtime…or there’s a strong possibility of belly rubs. Until then, he’s content to snuggle into his bedding and watch the goings-on from there.
Heard pigs are smart? Here’s some food for thought about the complexity of pig cognition.
I see this view of the barn every day, but it captured my interest (and merited a photo) on Thursday, when the light caught these bowls in an appealing way. Though largely monochromatic, dirty, and worn, it said “homestead” to me…where I often find myself dirty and tired, but where the adventure never ends! 😉
What does the image (or the haiku) say to you?
Nature’s at it again with a fanciful display of hoar frost…how appropriate to usher in the (recent) official start of winter!
So maybe they’re not technically fossils yet, but the descendants of the dinosaurs clearly left their prints in what, the preceding evening, had been soft mud. Aged a few thousand years, they might become an exciting find for some future paleontologist.
