Here are some lovely shots of the yard and great outdoors I wanted to share from back in the spring and a few from early summer:
Oh, and let’s not forget the pictures below…
I know this is supposed to be the year of the rooster, but I propose we change it to the year of the woodpecker. We have been overrun with them. This guy is eating vigas. Another gang was at our property next door and pecked 4 holes through the wooden barn siding.
Surprise, surprise when I went inside to do my usual egg collection. Here was this lady or gent. . . (I’m going to call her a she because it’s pretty clever to find such an easy, healthy source of food)
Yes, that is an egg she has in her mouth. Brantly picked her up, egg and all, and we re-homed her under the storage shed, where something has been tunneling and setting up housekeeping.
She is a bull snake and harmless to anything other than rodents. And eggs.
I’ve recently had some requests from my new agent- Jessica Alvarez of Book Ends Literary Agency– for . . . YES!! Bird photos! (This is a woman who has not been trapped beside me on a plane, train, or grocery store line and forced to see pictures of “the children.”)
Here are a few photos of the crew.
This is Freddy, short for Frederica (a la Georgette Heyer). Yes, she is acting like a tom in this photo. I don’t know why she displays like this other than she is a “strange bird.” Once you have birds you understand terms like “silly goose” and “odd duck” and “pecking order.”
Freddy is the least popular bird in the coop and she has done a lot to earn that designation. She messes with every other animal on the property, from a 2 lb chicken to 180 lb dogs. She is a relentless nag, in other words. If this were an island, Freddy would be the first one voted off. She looks big here but is only about 6 lbs. She is a midget white turkey, as is my only tom turkey, Viccus. (see below)
Here are a bunch of animal butts and Viccus and me. You can also see Freddy and Ms. Squawkers watching.
This is a small group shot of the birds kicking poor Sparky off the bed:
Not only have they kicked him off his dog bed, but they have poohed all over it and mess it up. That is Ms. Squawkers, Viccus, and Lola.
Here are Shmoo and Sparky practicing synchronized sleeping for the next Olympics:
I’d give them a 9.6, but I’m biased.
Here is Micheline, who has all the shredded cheese to herself and is smart enough not to let anyone else know about it:
And here are some naughty geese trying to get in the through the back door…
From right to left this is Mr. Joshua, Squanto, Snarky, Sid, & Nancy.
Here is the king of the ducks, Jean-Claude Van Duuck:
And, lastly, here are Gidget and Barbara. It’s kind of like a marathon dance, but in a box, with straw, and another broody hen….
Plants and animals are confused. Some humans are, too.
The apricot, peach, and cherry trees budded and flowered before the frost. At least we won’t have to can any of those fruits this year… Apples, pears, and plums seem fine and the rhubarb is thrilled. Here is a picture of it, menacing the daffodils:
It’s also “Birds Gone Wild” here at Cottonwood House. From goose love triangles . . .
Here are Squanto, the Space Queen, and Mr. Joshua eye-balling one another in between the violent skirmishes that make up most of their days from late February to early June. This year the triangle has become a rectangle, with the arrival of . . . Gwen. Stay tuned for details.
And then there are these guys….
This isn’t an actual picture of our flickers (I think I’ve demonstrated already what a lousy wildlife photographer I am), but these look just like the half-dozen males who have been screaming from sun up to sun down and beating on everything in sight, from the side of the barn, to the tin flashing to the plate-metal sculpture out in the chicken yard (seriously!)
We’ve never had as many as there are this year. I’ve only noticed males, so maybe they’ve come to town early to grab the best spots for their lady-friends.
Even with our weather fluctuation it’s still hard to believe a few weeks ago I was bitching about 96 degree weather and suffering sunburn and heat stroke. (Okay, so it’s not hard to believe I was bitching . . . )
Since returning home I’ve spent most of my time inside, regardless of weather, as I’ve raced to complete my final edits on the first book in my historical romance trilogy, The Outcasts, which Kensington Press recently purchased.
Repeat after me: Editing is fun!
To aid both me and my critique partner Marla (who is enjoying some editing fun of her own) I constructed the Editing Shrine. . .
A few historical romances, chickens, a talisman from the Magical Pop Haydn, and a phenomenal painting by Marla, which I call “Duck in Repose”
There had been some chocolate offerings, but I’m afraid I had to eat those. I’m pretty sure the yellow bell pepper and corn nuts will serve the same purpose…
