Late afternoon on the Farmy is a peaceful time. Well it should be a peaceful time. Except I let all the chook-house chickens out of their house for a run around. Which meant that the Barn Roosters rushed out to challenge the Chook House Roosters. Son of Neanderthal Man and the Senior Chook House Rooster took it into their heads to try and out do each other vocally. With much crowing, throat ripping cocka-doodle-dooing.
The noise was not musical. A guinea driven mad by the screeching proceeded to chase chickens all over the yard looking for the culprit. Guineas are not known for their brains. 
Hairy MaClairy and his new best buddy Queenie Wineti wondered exactly why one should be bothered by such a racket.
Well, it is kind of musical but like the teenagers of the old days the competition seemed more about volume than musical excellence. 
Moaning Mia is quite partial to a good amount of annoying blathering so she chimed in at a semi tone below, to develop some kind of farm yard descant. Daisy sighed and went back inside the barn,
to join Thing One, who was bearing up well. 
Hairy joined them but set himself up at his viewing station, with his two front feet up on the railing of the new pen, in case there was a fight. He likes a good fight does our Hairy. 
No fight. Soon the feed came out and all was quiet once more. 
Good morning. It is just below freezing this morning with dense fog. Maybe we are having so much fog because the the ground is warming towards spring. Dawn arrives earlier each day which means, to get all my writing done before light, I have to get out of bed earlier. I guess this is why I get more writing done in the winter.
There is a frost and last night I forgot to bring my rosemary in. But maybe it is hardened off enough. We shall see. I take the big potted winter herb plants in and out and in and out for a week or so to toughen them up again before they live outside again. If the weather turns nasty they will be returned to their winter quarters.
I was going to tell you something funny but now I have forgotton what it was. Hmm.
Today when the fog has lifted I will take you out to look in Our John’s cold frame. For now it is time to go out to the barn and feed out. There is a peacefulness about the place at the moment. A pregnant pause.
Good morning.
c
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78 responses to “Late afternoon on the farmy: Two Cocks Crowing”
I think it was louder at your place last evening than at our Superbowl Viewing. (Not a party, it was just three of us…)
Marvelous photos…can’t wait til the Little One wakes up and sees them. She’s quite fond of the roosters.
John watched the superbowl too, but you are right nothigng can out-cheer a rooster! c
I always enjoy your photographs. Lovely. ~ Lynda
Morning Lynda, hope your day is going to be a great one! c
I love your imagery, both words and pictures. What a nice way to start *my* morning! Thanks for sharing…
Thanks for dropping in, mornings are much quieter around here! c
“Well, it is kind of musical but like the teenagers of the old days the competition seemed more about volume than musical excellence. ”
Love this line–and the photos, as always.
Since when was that confined to the old days? Volume is their all time measure of quality!
Great post, as usual.
When I was young the music was LOUD, when my kids were young the music was LOUDER. The neighbours would complain. Now the neighbourhoods are silent. No-one walks about with sounds sitting on their shoulders. No music playing while they do homework. No blasting speakers until they shudder shouting to each other above the noise. An IPod sends music straight to the ear to be enjoyed alone. A txt message arrives on vibrate. A television talks to itself in the corner. They don’t even need to speak into the phone! I can have three teenagers in this house and not a sound is heard for hours. Lucky for me this is only on some weekends. The silence is deafening. c
Kids nowadays are so much quieter -chained to their PHones and Facebooks. No loud music blaring from their rooms anymore! c
Everybody getting in their pennies worth as it were.
Good Morning Celi!
🙂 Mandy
Exactly Mandy. the barnyard babble.. c
Good Morning Celi … and you have such a way of the simplicity that many of us would let pass by us.
I can almost hear the musical racket. I especially like your approach to this whole episode– your photographing the onlooker animals, giving us their perspective both in words and images. That shows the depth of your observations, the level of your creativity. Again, a most wonderful post.
Every shot was taken in the space of about 15 minutes, so it was cool how it hung together.. c
Cecilia, I really love waking up on your farmy. Among my very favorite childhood memories are the sounds and smells of my Big Papa’s farm, among them the dim-witted Guinea hens, the milking cows, the horses and Shetland ponies, one dog, many cats and a lone very majestic Brahma bull. Add to their chorus all the human and mechanical noises and you’ve got something so vibrantly alive it’s unforgettable…and who would want to forget it? Cecilia, I really Love waking up on your farmy! It feeds me. Thank you for sharing.
I love it too, and your Big Papa’s farm sounds just how I would like ours to be.. without the bull though, we are a bit small!! c
All our neighbours have hens. roosters and dogs like us, plus we have about half a dozen donkies and mules close by…I really laugh when they all get going trying to out cock-a-doodle, bark or hee-haw each other! You can really see how little Queenie is when she´s next to Hairy…so sweet 🙂
She is so tiny isn’t she. I feel like calling the guy i bought her from, as a week old calf, and asking if i can come and look at her mother! She was one of twins the other one a steer so Queenie was chosen for hand rearing, it is not the perfect start for a cow. But she is indeed the sweetest little thing. c
It would be interesting to see her mother and how big her brother is now!
Just what I needed this morning.. a pregnant pause.. So glad to be back in touch. I love your photos… one can almost reach through and feel the wooly fur on Mia:) xo Smidge
Morning Smidge, that wool smells glorious, and mia is so pattable! c
I think our rooster has a sore throat at the moment as he’s pretty much lost his doodle! The hens are probably happy though, as he can’t perform his ‘dawn deafening’ for them in the confines of the coop!
Christine
oh no, he lost his doodle doo.. .. none of ours actually crow like they do in the movies anyway, some are very half hearted, i loved walking down your lane today, can you send me that telephone box .. i could do with one of those on the farmy!
Oooooh, I don’t know about that, we’re a wee bitty posessive with the thing, even though it’s not ours! Thankfully it’s well used by summer visitors – no cell phone signal you see – so hopefully we’ll be able to keep it for ever!
Christine
I love your photography. Makes me want to turn The Tenderfoot ino a sheep farm.
just say the word and i shall box up moaning Mia for you! c
Beautiful and peaceful imagery and words as usual. Delightful
Thank you Roger.. c
Sounds like the live stock were reveling at a peaceful moment in the barn,.. without the noisy chickens bickering…Oh,
“I was going to tell you something funny but now I have forgotton what it was”.
That line was funny enough…
Bless You
paul
Well I really had forgotton, and I write as I speak! so I left it in there for you to wonder as well! c
Celia
Thanks for stopping by. Your little farmy looks adorable. One thing I would love to have here is some chickens, (for eggs) but alas, I live in a busy body suburb. Good for you for writing in the dark. I have noticed brighter mornings lately and love it.
good morning angela, these brighter mornings are lovely aren’t they. Pity you cannot have even one little chicken. they have lovely little tiny chook houses for small yards! Those darn busy bodies! c