This morning a female bluebird was perched on my deck railing, looking at my bedroom window. I practically had a bird orgasm. The Sun was beating down on a thick fog that covers our valley, so I didn’t get the thrill of flashing blue wings, but her fat orange scarf and steady black eyes was enough. I’ve been seeing bluebirds all about our Berrytown, which means there are more than last year. I MUST put bells on the cats, especially Frost. Oh, how we will despise me for that degradation.
There are lots of other things I need to do, too. Spring is at hand! I simply must eat some roosters. I’ve got too many and they are torturing my hens. I caught the three I’m least fond of, and put them in the goat pen for now. ( Maybe tonight. That would leave me with one Rhode Island Red, one Araucana, one Black Star (not actually sure of the breed), and one small bantam cochin, who is so small that the hens pick on him). And the goats need to be out at pasture again, which means the fence needs some maintenance. And I’ve GOT to get a boyfriend for my does, if I want kids by August. There’s lots of other assorted land management chores that need to get done, and I don’t want to list them all here, because I don’t want to get overwhelmed.
For now, the Sun has burnt away the fog and the air is filled with birdsong. I will go on my walk, keeping an eye out for more bluebirds. It’s a lucky day!