A gypsy summer day with three new teensy weensy arrivals

First this most magnificent day in chronological order because that is the way we do things. It was like a sumptious spring day yesterday. All cushiony and warm and loud with birdsong.

A scanty bright sunrise over the swimming pool. 

Fat sheep!! A growth spurt in the fields and gardens.  The bees were out in force gathering the last of the pollen. 

Plenty of visiting birds with their strange calls as they rest in the trees on their way South. 

The Duke of Kupa keeping an eye on things.

And here she is. The first of the new arrivals. I only shot a picture of one as the mother hen was in quite the mood by the time we had caught them all and settled them in a safe place. Hatched by a naughty barn chook at the wrong end of the season in the hay loft. There were only three and they are all in a big box in the barn, with their mother and a lid – Li’l Puss the Scrapper was in and out like a Jack in a Box trying to get at them.  

Their mother will protect them but I have seen more than one chicken killed by its own mother, standing bewildered in the wrong place, in the middle of a fight. They just get tromped on. So it is best that they are locked up for a wee while. I had to don my new orange welding gloves, catching chickens with a wild mama chook after you can be a dangerous business. So they will live in this big airy sunny box, in the barn sunroom,  for a few weeks, safe under their mama’s spread wings.

By the end of the yesterday I was in a singlet and skirt. Quite deliberately catching the very last of the summer with my bare arms and legs. 

Someone has got to come with a tow truck and take away the jeep that hit the stationary grader in the lane, with a speeding teenager at the wheel, a few weeks ago. No harm to the boy but the vehicle is written off.  I really, really hope we do not have that in our Daily View for too much longer. It is a very sore point.  But a good lesson in having some respect for speed.

Ok, changing the subject quickly. Look at that –  over eighty! 

Good morning. Last night was warm. I had all the windows and doors open catching the last of the autumn breeze. One of the toughest things for me in winter is having to keep the windows and doors shut at night.  I am not good at being shut in.

I hope you all have a lovely day. There has been a dearth of  good material happening a year ago so I have not bothered to link you back. However tomorrow, a year ago, (if that makes any sense) – Look what I found! No need to read it, just whizz over the pictures!  You will laugh.

Have a lovely day.

celi