A Kettle of Hawks.

 A Kettle of Hawks.

 

According to the information discovered online, the group of three hawks flying near my house could be called a kettle of hawks. However, in the same article, it seems that they avoid large bodies of water for some reason. Not these! Well, maybe Lake Wichita is not very big, but these birds had a rolling mess of pigeons or some kind of birds flying from one direction to the other between the three of them. One hawk was constantly crying out that strange Shhhhrreeeee noise that they make. My girls were all tucked completely under the deck and were not coming out, thank you very much. Yep, if we were hens, we might hide, too.

 

Got seven eggs to add to the collection today. The Marans are on the ball apparently. The Black-laced Wyandottes may be resting for a bit. Never sure. But one Wyandotte is going to have to be brought in tonight and cleaned up and dosed with some VetRx. She has some problems, or something she ate did not do her any good. Kinda dread having to get her down from the roost and bring her in. The dogs always want to “help” any time something is a little out of the ordinary. Meaning they think they can take care of whatever is causing the squawks—even if that means biting the squawker!

 

Had bought some salad stuff and then noticed that there are multiple recalls on salad greens and spices. Such fun. Not enough to stay away from other folks! Tyson even had a bunch of chicken to recall. That must cost a bundle!

 

The weather may stay decent for several days unless something comes blowing out of the north, or south, or east, or the west. It sometimes has felt as if the wind has blown from all four corners of the compass in the same day.

 

Walking around the yard earlier and noticed that the dogs had found a nice, dry section of dead grass in which to roll, so had to get all the grass off of them before allowing them to go inside. They don’t mind a bit of dead grass on their couch. Rolling eyes here.

 

Have decided to gather up all the chicken related feeder and water containers to give to someone or to more than one. Have several different kinds of various types. Surely someone will need them. These just need to be cleaned and sterilized before use. The sparrows poop all over everything in the workshop. Wish Lewis had closed in the eaves and put a decent solid wooden door on the shop. Oh well. It has worked pretty well all things considered.

 

Took a nap today so probably will have trouble going to sleep tonight. Guess staying up to read won’t hurt a thing in the world. It is not like someone expects me to get up and work tomorrow. And reading late keeps my mind busy when my body thinks it has had enough for one day. That was yesterday. The silly washing machine decided to go dancing again. No matter how carefully it is loaded, every once in a while, it gets lopsided and lunges around as if hardly restrained at all! Such fun.

 

Absolutely know diddly squat today. Have not been interested in reading much of the online headlines. They don’t usually make much sense or irritate me to pieces. Just not much sense in looking at the headlines. Well, it does let us know where the latest earthquake, volcano, or tropical storm has devastated another area. Sad, sad, sad. We are so very fragile despite whatever kind of intelligence we display. We could be developing some kind of microbe to clean up the water from the bauxite mines in Arkansas, or maybe we could figure out a way to diffuse the poison from the agave liquor in Mexico, or maybe we could develop a better way to distill decent water from the ocean. So much we COULD do, but we sit around fussing with one another about stupid things that hardly matter. Some things do matter on principle, but we can choose not to argue as long as others leave us to our own thoughts. Not sure that ever happens much any longer.

 

Just going to ask you to remember those who are alone today and not in touch with anyone who cares about their lives. It is about the saddest thing in the world that folks are alone when they don’t want to be, but none of us are ever really alone, you know. Whether or not we realize it, we are always watched over and loved.

 

Rest well, my friends; you are loved.