Our attempt to control the sexes of the new chicks by calling them “she” has failed. This morning when I went down to let everyone out, I heard what sounded like a tiny dinosaur roaring. Only roosters roar. Now we just have to hope there’s . . . → Read More: So much for that tactic…
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Last night we integrated Ugg, Bubbs and their babies into the main coop. The babies aren’t so little any more, and we wanted to move them in before their mom’s lost their protective mama hen instincts. So far, . . . → Read More: Big little chicks Snuggie Penguin can lie. I just watched him call all his ladies over to him by using his “Yum! Yum! look at this tasty goody I found!” sound. But all he’d found was a dead twig – certainly not a treat worth talking about. He tossed it around until they gathered around him. Then he started . . . → Read More: False advertising Sadly Sadie, aka Gussie Moran, attacked Frisky Sweets a few days ago. It was a nasty attack, and my hand got mauled by the Sweets when I tried to pull her away. Thankfully the Sweets is okay, and some great neighbors of ours offered to take Sadie for a test drive. It would be a perfect . . . → Read More: Dog update I realized today I haven’t posted anything yet about Penelope and Ranger. I’d meant to write about Penelope after she foundered at the start of July. Thanks to the lovely Dr. Burbach and a very expensive pair of orthotic donkey boots, she’s doing fine and has been back on her feet for several weeks now. Mostly I . . . → Read More: Unwilling subjects Lately I’ve been spotting a lot of praying mantises around the yard. Last night Avram and I found the coolest one yet. At first I thought I was seeing a new rose bud: Then we spotted the trickster: Last week I found this mantis looking rather out of its element on the barn door. I realized it had . . . → Read More: Mantis Time Sometimes my garden is my greatest therapy. And other times it completely overwhelms me, becoming a symbol for something else I need to do or something else that’s out of control. Recently it’s mostly been falling into the latter category. The squash seem to go straight from blossom to baseball bat. There’s a hornworm and grasshopper . . . → Read More: Is the tomato half eaten or half edible? Yesterday my mom and I took Sadie to meet our friend Tigie in Marfa. When Tigie met Sadie, she held her little head in her hands and said, “What a well-dressed dog! Your name is Gussie Moran.” She then explained that Gussie Moran was a tennis player in the 1940s. At the Wimbledon championships in 1949, . . . → Read More: Tigie has spoken We’ve been hankering for a dog ever since we bought this place. And there are all kinds of reasons we need one: a “fren”, a guardian, a predator deterrent. I walk dogs at the Alpine pound about once a week, and recently a very lovely little dog named Sadie caught my eye there. So last Friday, . . . → Read More: Introducing Sadie This isn’t technically from our backyard, but on a walk today in Modesta Canyon, I ran across these daddy longlegs-like spiders bouncing up and down on a dying limb of a madrone. I have seen these critters dancing like this in this exact spot before, though I can’t remember when or what time of year it . . . → Read More: Dancing Leiobunum |
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