crooked beak is the least skittish of my bunch of hens. here she is:
i'm thinking i should call her something else though. i don't want her to feel defined by her weird deformity.
name suggestions are welcome.
and here's the rest of the sillies. they like to hang under the mock orange bush:
that's major *sshole in the center. he's been crowing like a madman. and trying to hump all the ladies whenever he gets the chance. they shun his advances. as far as roosters go, however, he's not such a bad guy. he doesn't try to peck me or get all alpha when i'm around.
and here is one of three giant boxes of tomatoes i'm canning today. wish me luck. it's gonna be an all day affair:
and here are the grapes growing in my backyard soon to be jam:
one of my favorite smells on this earth are ripe grapes on the vine. when i go for walks there are places along the way where they grow roadside. as soon as i smell them it makes me smile and feel relaxed.
i'm most grateful for those small things. small moments of beauty.
i hope you have a good good day.