More from the window

Yesterday while sitting in the living room I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Looked and saw it was a hawk flying just about level with the deck railing and quite close. My first thought was he/she was after the small birds at the feeder. I’ll tell you, those birds scattered fast. The hawk flew into a tree at the end of our garden. Here’s a picture taken through the window.

Not super clear, but easy to see what it is. I really enjoyed being able to see him/her.

A little later Garry came into the living room, looked out the window and wondered where all the feathers came from that were on the fence.

Those light colored things are feathers. That’s a tree on the left and the open barn door on the right. It was then I realized the hawk must have been stalking our chickens, not the small birds on the feeders. Garry quickly put his boots on to go check on the chickens. He counted heads and said they were all there. He thought one of the lighter colored ones looked a bit ‘roughed up’ down by her tail. Basically some feathers missing. That is the first time we’ve had a hawk go after our chickens. Danny has them go after his quite often. The only difference is our lot has a bit more tree cover. So that was our excitement for the day.

The grandkids and their parents came down for a little while in the afternoon. We shared the Overnight Coffeecake with them. There is no way Garry and I needed to eat an entire 9x13 pan of it. There was enough left that we had some with our coffee this morning.

I didn’t mention that the link to the coffeecake is my daughter’s recipe site. She loves to cook…considers it her hobby.

We have lots of birds already. At the rate they’re going I’ll be put ‘into the poor house’ trying to feed them. We have the usual…tufted titmice, chickadees, white-breasted nuthatches, downy woodpeckers, red-breasted woodpeckers, gold finches, purple finches, and cardinals. There are so many of them that they soon empty a feeder. It seems when it’s colder, they definitely eat more.

Anne and I are going treasure hunting on Thursday of this week. It gives us a chance to get off the farm, plus it’s something we both enjoy. She finds a lot of the children’s clothes that way. Rarely does she need to buy something new for any of them. I would sure like to find some clothes for me. Seems I usually find things for Garry, but rarely for myself. Perhaps this week will be different. Or, just maybe, I need to be thankful and satisfied with the clothes I have.

Bye for now.