Actually three sitting ducks.
One beside the front steps, 
One in the woodpile, 
And one in the barn ( in the dark ). I saw her, she hissed at me from the gloom – but it was too dark for a picture. I bet there are more sitting hidden in the trees but we must not raise our hopes – they may be infertile like last years duck egg hatching attempt. They still feel like promises though.
Incredible how they sit for weeks like that without moving. They all have water and food nearby but I don’t see evidence of eating. Or drinking for that matter – it is the way of birds I guess. 
I miss home a lot lately. 
I find myself stranded behind my mask at a loss as to what to say. Ordinary things seem so trite now. I have been told more than once that I don’t understand – I never grew up here – and that is true – so I do stuff more than say stuff now.
Getting back to the farm in daylight is a blessing – every evening Sheila is sitting at her gate waiting for me. Literally sitting at her gate. John says he does not see her all day. I think she just waits until she hears my car then comes out into her field for her vegetables and a drink and a scratch and then while Poppy is vacuuming up the left-overs Sheila and I walk slowly back to the barn and I help her make her bed. She is an old pig now. Tall and long with less teeth. But still my lovely girl.
Tima waits at her gate too. John is forbidden from feeding her – she got so fat she was having trouble breathing and I could hear her snoring from my bedroom. So she is in the diet field and I feed her at night. No grains at all ever for that pig.
I hope you are well and hanging in there.
Love love
Celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
39 responses to “SITTING DUCK”
Hello, all! My older sis laughs at me for continuing to be happy. Well, why not? We have a choice….growl and grumble at the circumstances, putting yourself and those around you in an even worse mood, or laughing and continuing to enjoy life and your human race. So things change – people are known to fear the unknown. I see it as an adventure! “Nothing will go back to the way it was!” Why would we want it to? We were stagnant, and nobody was happy with the way things were. It’s time to move forward! We can’t go back, wherever that is, and nobody would be happy if we did.
Loved the duck in the woodpile – it’s a classic and beautiful enough for a magazine or better! Everything is still so green there. California has hit the summertime gold-brown-topaz shades.
I wish you all well and great happiness!
we wait and some good will come of this, perhaps not enough to warrant it happening but meaning and lessons can be learned.
We’re not going to bounce back from this pandemic, but perhaps that’s a good thing. The world of yesterday wasn’t such a good place. Hopefully the one we see tomorrow and the day after will be better. Hugs from Downunder.
Glad to hear from you, We are doing well. It feels like a lifetime ago that we had lovely lunch on the farmie. I can’t imagine when we will want to travel again, let alone when we are aloud to! Strange times we are in.
Our growing pains as a nation are exceedingly difficult right now with even the pandemic being politicized. But, the ordinary things that seem so trite are also the things that give us comfort in their normalcy.
Glad you are back. 😉
Ah the lovely farmy pictures – reassurance there is ordinary and day to day normal somewhere still.The basics – like making and sharing bread all harkens back to time when living was so much more real. These times feel so much like a long, long suspension rope bridge with iffy wooden slats – a destination – a goal in site, but cautiously stepping as it droops and swings makes you wonder if it will old together long enough.
I’ve just stayed off blogs, tv – so much drama, conflicting information and anger – some deserved, some not – regional differences also make a difference so some of the images just seem totally unreal.
Oddly, some sociologists in March predicted riots and civil unrest resulting from isolation, goods being difficult to get and extreme fear of this virus, Life was so easy for so long.
Without growing up in a place it is hard to get all the nuances gained why living in area with long family roots – but, Ci, you’ve traveled, you’ve been around all sorts of people, you read, you probably understand more than people know – More in common than not. Many just have little experience being around anyone who is not exactly like themselves – that makes a huge difference.
Good to stay in tune with and working with your own little area (as much as possible – we are still very cautious and don’t wander much. Missing the traveling, but lucky to be in such a climate/environment where we can get outside even if hotter than heck.).
I have been cheered to hear some saying, “This is the first time the whole family has sat down and eaten dinner together” or “This is the first time we’ve all been home at the same time” Maybe a return to something that might really bear fruit in the future.
And bread. Basic to being human.
Always enjoy your posts. Take care, CI
I find your posts grounding, Miss C. It’s so lovely to be hearing more from you.
Well, I did grow up there and it has been racist forever. I remember being bewildered by the racist comments my family would make. I just couldn’t understand it and think it is so interesting that it just never ‘stuck’. I have never thought that way, though that is not to say I haven’t unknowingly upheld racist systems at work, both there and here in Australia. I’m reading and listening every day to educate myself. When you know better, you do better. xx
We seem to be hanging in here in Southwestern Ontario and enjoying summery days. Your pics are as gorgeous as ever and Sheila seems absolutely timeless.
When people say “you do t understand” without trying to help us to understand, it makes me thing they themselves don’t understand and the notion is simply ingrained ideas they have no intention of changing their minds on … 🤷♀️
Beautiful pics Miss Celi! Hugs from Queensland and hope you have a wonderful day 💖
Hi Cecilia. I really enjoyed your photos.
It’s quite heartening to see the snaps in the lap of nature, refreshing amidst the bleak Corona infested world.
Yes. We must remain vigilant – this is why i am encouraging the architects in my circle to think about designing spaces for more careful living .