Saturday, February 12, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Morning feeding February 10: A Gallery
We had a dusting of snow last night. Here a few pictures from this morning's trip to the barn.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Monday, February 07, 2011
Fatback and Foie Gras: Stuff You Gotta Eat in Barbados: An Amateur's Photo Journey
Susan and I went to Barbados last August. We didn't take part in any food festivals, but we did eat a lot of local food and hit a few fancy restaurants. The author here really does tell it like it is.
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Neil Gaiman's Journal: Once you've got a lamppost...
Author Neil Gaiman, his dogs, some neighbors and a lamppost in the woods ... You are never too old for Narnia or make-believe.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Friday, February 04, 2011
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Wednesday, February 02, 2011
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
More Signs of Spring
I mentioned the passing bear a while back but he was only one of the cavalcade of wildlife that has come through with the coming of Spring. Since Summer will be hard upon us shortly I thought I would give the rest of the list before I forget:
Tadpoles, swarming in the seep flowing from the barnyard spring.
Box turtles, up from hibernation, inexplicably migrating across Browntown Road in defiance of common sense and passing traffic.
A tom turkey, tail spread like a Thanksgiving card, doing his best to impress the five hens in the upper pasture.
The nesting robin, fixated on a piece of string trapped by the car tire, trying futilely to fly off with it.
Barn swallows, flitting in and out of the rafters, looking for nesting spots while we shear.
The barking of coyotes up on the ridgeline.
A mockingbird perched on Susan's side view mirror raucously dueling with his reflection.
Bumblebees, impossibly heavy, flying anyhow in oddly delicate mating dances.
A heron, high stepping his way down Gooney Creek.
In the evening, the smell of honeysuckle.
Tadpoles, swarming in the seep flowing from the barnyard spring.
Box turtles, up from hibernation, inexplicably migrating across Browntown Road in defiance of common sense and passing traffic.
A tom turkey, tail spread like a Thanksgiving card, doing his best to impress the five hens in the upper pasture.
The nesting robin, fixated on a piece of string trapped by the car tire, trying futilely to fly off with it.
Barn swallows, flitting in and out of the rafters, looking for nesting spots while we shear.
The barking of coyotes up on the ridgeline.
A mockingbird perched on Susan's side view mirror raucously dueling with his reflection.
Bumblebees, impossibly heavy, flying anyhow in oddly delicate mating dances.
A heron, high stepping his way down Gooney Creek.
In the evening, the smell of honeysuckle.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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