Overcoming Bloglessness


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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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Betty flew the coop.  Not having a flight plan, she landed in powdery snow.

She couldn’t find her feet.

 

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She stood there a long time, wondering what to do.

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Flying seemed to be out of the question.   Flying is what got her into this fix.

She just stood there.  Did some yoga.  Chook position.

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She finally figured out that she could still walk.

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Slowly she trudged back to the henhouse; a safe place where she had feet.

Wilma

Whoa!  Wilma laid a super-jumbo egg today. It weighs 3.5 ounces.  An egg must be 2.5 ounces to qualify as jumbo.  Yesterday’s egg only weighed 2 ounces.  Was it something she ate?

Maybe it’s all the eggshell she’s been eating.  After I use eggs I  crunch up the shells and mix it in with leftovers.  Wilma gobbles up egg shell like it’s candy.

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Ravens

Brunch with ravens yesterday.  They love eggs.

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The male poked a hole in the egg and they took turns sipping the yummy contents.

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They didn’t eat the shell, unless they came back for it later.

After brunch, as a thank you, he posed and we chatted for a few minutes.   That was the highlight of my day.

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Oregon Ducks   Can you stand one more bird pic?   Here’s a pair of mallards I met in Oregon.  Nice couple.

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Everything’s just ducky.
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Perfect Couple

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Daily Prompt: All It’s Cracked Up to Be.

Tell us about a time when everything actually turned out exactly as you’d hoped.   Photographers, artists, poets: show us PERFECT.

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They were there today, exactly as I’d hoped. I saw the male feeding the female. They’re so sweet together.
It’s hard to get the perfect raven shot.  When the sun is out there’s too much glare and when it’s overcast, like today, there’s too little light.
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Or somebody has a dirty beak.