Overcoming Bloglessness


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Bird Stuff

Daily Prompt: Now You See Me

You have a secret superpower: the ability to appear and disappear at will. When and where will you use this new superpower? Tell us a story.

I’ve have been using my superpower. Haven’t you noticed? I’ve been disappeared most of the winter. I just kind of got unbloggy; distracted by holidays, Scrabble, TV, jigsaw puzzles, naps, baking, sewing and bird stuff. My brain is full of bird stuff.

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1000 pieces = 2 days to completion.

Fowl Fashion Update

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Betty, Fanny and Penny

The hens would rather not touch snow, but when the sun comes out, who can resist a little walkabout?   Their coop is warmed by heat lamp, since  Betty was molting when the artic air arrived and Fanny has had foliage issues since I got her last summer.

Here she is in July, dehydrated and underweight with no pants and a big scab from being pecked on in an overcrowded henyard.

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Ta-da!  Here’s Fanny now in her new finery.  She still has a small bald patch in the wayback, but that will fill in too.  By summer, she’ll be fully feathered.

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These hens are good layers.  The heat lamp helps with winter production.  I’m getting three eggs most days.   Some eggs go right back to the hens or the crow, scrambled or hard-boiled.

Raven gets raw eggs.  I bet he’d like ’em scrambled too.

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Full moon over Taj Ma-henhouse.

Suki

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Taking a snowbath.

The name Suki didn’t really stick.  My husband consistently calls her “Crowbar”.  I allow that because it’s better than what he was calling her, which was “FUBAR”.   (F@#*^d Up Beyond All Reason)   Don’t call her that!
After reading about a crow named Chicken (CORVUS, by Esther Woolfson)  I started calling her Chicken. Or Crow.  “Suki” has become her formal name; the one she would use on important legal documents.

Crow stays busy all day, bathing in  snow, climbing her tree, caching and uncaching food and watching flighted birds soar by.   At night I bring her inside, to her crate.  One recent evening she stepped off her tree onto my hand and rode all the way inside!  That had never happened before and  I was plum tickled.  She’s done it a few times now, but she won’t do it every time.

In the morning, after scrambled eggs, I open the patio door and let her walk out on her own.  Here’s her route.

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Owls

I’ve learned to keep my hood on when cleaning or feeding the owls at bird rehab.  A great grey owl deliberately befouled my hair!  And a barred owl smacked me upside the head as I exited his chamber.  He didn’t hurt me; his talons were not in kill position.  He just flew into the back of my head for reasons untold.  Maybe just for kicks or maybe he didn’t like my outfit.  I promise not wear that orange camo hoodie again.  It really is hideous.

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Great grey owl


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Winter Crow

Weekly Photo Challenge: Now

Now it’s winter and the snow is as high as little Crow’s eye.

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The chickens won’t set foot on the snow, but crow doesn’t mind. She buries her head in the powder and plows, fluffs up her feathers and flaps her good wing like she’s in water.  Nothing refreshes like a snow bath! Or maybe she’s making crow angels.

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Crow bites at falling snowflakes and contemplates the wintery world.

 

 

 


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Flaws

What is your worst quality?

Daily Prompt: Flawed

“Honey?”

“Huh?”

“What’s my worst quality?”

“What?”

“What’s my worst quality?”

He looked up from his tablet, over the top of his readers to see if she was serious.

“C’mon, answer the question. What’s my worst quality?”

Such an obvious trap; too risky to answer, like Do these pants make my butt look big?” It could only get ugly. Why is she trying to start a fight tonight?

“What’s my worst quality?”

“You ask stupid questions. And you’re standing in front of the TV.”

“Oh, really? Well, it’s for the Daily Prompt.”

“Great. Can I play my game now?”

“Oh, by all means! Play your precious game! I’ll just be in the other room, entertaining myself. Alone, as usual.”

“Aw, crap. We gonna do this again?”

“No, no! It’s fine. Really!”

“Great.”

“You just let me know when you have time for me.”

“Yeah, well don’t wait under water.”


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Out of the Closet

Liz and I were home alone on Thursday evenings while Dad and Donna played volleyball at the school.  For and hour and a half we had the house to ourselves.  We cranked up the stereo that we weren’t supposed to touch and tried to dance like go-go girls.  We pounded on the piano.  We ran down the stairs and took flying leaps onto the back of Dad’s swivel rocker, knocking it flat on its back.  I’d don Dad’s gorilla mask and scare Liz.  Every time.

One Thursday evening we played Hide and Seek. I hid in my bedroom closet and waited for Liz to come find me so I could scare her.  I waited, but she didn’t come. She must still be looking downstairs. I stayed put, determined to gorilla Liz.    

Waiting was boring.  There were pens in my closet which gave me the brilliant idea to write on the inside of my closet door.

It was a party in there.  The hippies in my closet penned groovy free love messages and the horny teenaged boys scrawled scandalous invitations. Timothy Leary was in there. All my many girlfriends were in there; lots of popular girls and party girls and we all wrote like we were high. We wrote knowing that no one would ever see it.

Liz had not come looking for me. She was not about to get gorilla-d. Again.

Flash forward about 30 years. 

I’m at work, looking over an application and see that the applicant lives in my childhood home.  I make the mistake of revealing that.

“Oh!  Are you the one who wrote inside the closet doors?”

Oh, the shame! I should’ve pretended I knew nothing about it, but he would’ve known, the way my jaw dropped. I could feel myself turning red.


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Peeking Raven

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eye Spy

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I spy this guy.

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Raven, checking for treats.

 

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After caching his muffin somewhere in the trees, Raven returned, looking for more. I showed him my empty hands. All gone! He fluffed up his feathers and bowed his head, as birds do to invite preening. I moved my hand toward him and dared to touch the only part I could reach; his beak. I petted with one finger and he nudged his head closer before he took off!

I touched his beak!  I touched a wild raven’s powerful beak and he didn’t take my fool finger off!

I’ve been visiting this pair for several years and had never touched one until today.

I’m still all giddy inside.

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Source: Eye Spy


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Inversion

Daily Prompt: Climate Control

Inversions bring a monotonous, murky grey to the valley.  The dreary sky hangs low and thick overhead, holding down the arctic air.  It looks like  morning all day long.  No beam of sunlight has broken through for days.  At night, no stars, no moon.

Inversions bring a monotonous, murky grey to my head.  My dreary thoughts hang low and thick overhead, holding me down.  I feel like morning all day long.  No beam of sunlight has broken through for days.  At night, no stars, no moon.

I up my meds, take naps and start drinking early.

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Long stretches of grey days just make me feel like cocooning.  I might wear my cozy “house pants” all day and fluffy slipper socks.  I might not wash my hair or make my bed.  (Why make the bed if I’m not going to open the curtains and why open the curtains if it’s just grey out?)  I know I should go for a walk, but I only venture as far as the mailbox and the henhouse where the biddies are snuggled under the orange glow of a heat lamp.

A little snow brightened the landscape today and the low clouds lifted, finally revealing the mountain tops.  You can see that it was warmer at higher elevations. The inversion is breaking up.  Tomorrow’s temps may be above freezing!

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No sunbeams yet, no moon nor stars out. That’s why we need them inside this time of year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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