“That Quail, Robert”
A lovely, messy nest that Amie pulled out of a poplar tree
le gland = acorn
les cynorhodons = rosehips
A happy bird story for you today!
This sweet hen went missing after the girls attempted to keep her safe from the aggressive roosters. (Grandmommy had a theory that she was secretly in love with one of the roos and quietly followed him into the wild.) Looking back at my photos, I see that little puffy cheeks had been gone for a whole week . . . but this afternoon the girls discovered her under the apple tree behind the house, and we all rejoiced!
She is our sole Ameraucana chicken; she lays those beautiful light blue eggs we so adore. We’re so glad to have you back in the flock, little one.
Oh, this boy. Talking with such confidence. So articulate. So sure. Making his way in the world. Such vitality. Life’s longing for itself.
Not much school work this week. Sometimes I take photos of the briefest moments to help me feel better.
This looks like a happy scene, but it isn’t really. The girls decided this morning that the roos needed to go. They were becoming too aggressive with the hens. They rounded up the two young men and took them on a farewell walk through meadows and over hills. We said goodbye and hope they will become a needed meal for a fox family.
It is one of my favorite parts of homeschooling. Taking a walk with my three on these autumn mornings when the air is so rich with life letting go. So much growth this year. So much abundance. And then in the fall, we slowly release it all.
p.s. Maybe we shouldn’t have named “her” Earl! Look at “her”! “She” has grown up to be a he!
I spent an hour this morning photographing my good friend doing bodywork on a horse. Horse Shiatsu. It was beautiful to witness. I love how being the photographer gave me a special “license” to be in the space and pay close attention to the whole process. The barn was quiet with the sound of shuffling animal hooves and sweet smell of hay. Light filtering in through the open door illuminated Truman’s mane and whiskers, and every so often he would move towards me to say hello before relaxing back into his horse massage.
After our walk, Wallace took a five-hour nap and the girls and I did everything we’d ever dreamed of doing, including making fudge pops from our friend Christine’s book Icy, Creamy, Healthy, Sweet — and learning about gall dwellers.