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.
Fowl Fashion Update
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.