This past week has been pretty busy. Coming home from the Magdalenas’ retreat meant that some things had piled up while I was away. Good things, like pattern orders to fulfill, my granddaughter’s hooked chicken piece to make into a pillow and mail off to her, and making headway on my good-sized Chicken Dreams rug.
The not-so-good thing I came home to was finding a black snake in the henhouse and suspecting it of injuring one of my hens, who died a few days later. Until this year, I never saw a snake inside the henhouse. I know they live under the henhouse, but assumed they were happy eating mice and other small furry critters attracted to the chicken feed.
I’m fine with them eating some of our eggs, but harming my hens is not going to be tolerated. I think our queen hen, Henrietta, may have been killed by one of these snakes earlier this summer. The snakes will have to go.
Another good thing I noticed this week, is a feeling in the air that summer is teetering on the edge between youth and old age. I’m happy about this, because summer is not my favorite time of year. I’m a cold weather, dark-half-of-the-year kind of person. I love the short daylight hours and the stark beauty of the winter landscape. It’s the time when Nature uncovers her hidden designs and subtle colors. It’s a time of rest and reflection after a summer filled with wild and unfettered growth and busyness.
There’s a lot of beauty out there all year ‘round!