Flowery, Furry, Feathery, Happiness

With the exception of a couple of days that have greeted us with rain recently, this has been my view when I wake each morning lately.  I love those maple blossoms against that blue sky so much that one afternoon I just had to climb out the window and onto the roof to take a picture.  I realize that squeezing out windows onto rooftops is maybe not the best third trimester activity, but I promise I was careful.

He was there too, possibly admiring those blossoms, but more than likely enjoying the warm sunshine.

When I crawled back inside he started to follow, until he saw her. 

(too bad my camera wasn’t set up for an indoor shot at this point.)

I told her not to pick it.  She picked it.

These are blooming in such abundance that the girls aren’t actually picking all of them.  Today Seth told me that he added “raindrops on daffodils” to his book of gratitude.

Sometimes I look out the window and the light is just so perfect that I have to dash outside to try and capture it, wishing I were a trained photographer. 

On this day, as I tried to capture what I could see with my eyes, the chickens all came racing toward me wondering what I was doing.  Or maybe they noticed all that good light.  I do know that their close proximity to me had nothing to do with their feelings for me.

She noticed me too, and came running over because I do believe she does love me.  Cats do love people you know, the prouder ones just pretend not to.

Our flock is happy with the spring weather, and even Tail Down is doing much better.  We haven’t had to find him a new home, as things seem to be calming down.

That’s Tail Down there.  He has been spending nights outside the coop, probably in a tree, which I realize isn’t the best thing, but it means he spends the mornings out and about on his own, crowing away.  He is much perkier now.

He’s even been seen, ummm, getting busy with the ladies.  In rooster world that is a good sign I do believe.

On my way back inside I had Intruder weaving around my legs, threatening to attack them with teeth and claws at any moment, as he is unpredictable in that department.  He’s a bad one for sure, but he still makes me happy.

Last night Jonny read Our Animal Friends At Maple Hill Farm , which I highly recommend, aloud to the kids.  He remarked at how well the book describes the animals’ personalities, and especially what cats are really like.  Jonny is sort of down on cats, but he said that the book made him happy.  That made me happy, and the kids were already happy because he was reading to them, not a rare thing, but always a happy thing.

Animals always make me happy, Jonny possibly prefers reading about them, well the cats at least, although I do believe that Trudy’s nose made his gratitude list.  But then, she’s a dog.