These two. Simon and Heidi still haven’t figured out what being weaned means, and they come running for a bottle every time they see me.
The herd makes quite a long line when they head out to pasture. This isn’t even the whole line.
Once again, I have a family of red-headed woodpeckers in pasture. I caught a juvenile on the fence post. Sorry it is so cropped, but the fence was in my way and I couldn’t get any closer.
My back deck steps and patio are being taken over by wild grape vines. I plan to use it in a project, but I need to do the project or just get rid of the vine.
Popcorn–just because he’s still cute and sweet.
My chickens are still giving me quite a few eggs. I swear the old girls are more productive than the newer ones. I certainly won’t get that same breed again. I might try to get a handful of new hens in the spring. Someday, these old ladies are going to start dying off.
Miss goose seems quite content in the barnyard. I try to give her treats. Lately, she’s been getting lots of leftover tomatoes from my canning.
Because I’m still canning like crazy. With the HRT, I have the energy to can for my family too, so I am going to can as much as I can so everyone can get what they want.
Tiger cracks me up. He always looks comfortable.
I wish I just once felt as comfortable (arthritis) as he always looks.