Ice, snow and other white things...

 The world gets small for my animals this time of year. Old snow and ice limit their movements. I have spread some soiled bedding in front of the chicken coop on top of the snow. I toss cracked corn and sunflower seeds over it and the chickens get out of their house to scratch around a bit. It's even worse for the goats and donkeys. They have made a path from their house to the water tub, and one to the hay rack. Ideally, I would take their hay out into the pasture and scatter it in piles here and there so they would move around more naturally, but the ice makes walking dangerous for all of us. The thought of a potentially broken leg wins out over the idea of them foraging about. They have sure-footed hooves, and I have vicious ice grippers on my boots, but both the animals and I stare at the ground and carefully pick where each foot will fall as we move about. 

Yesterday I noticed that Jezebel walked to within 4 feet of her water tub, but refused to go any further. The ice around the tub was too scary. Chris kindly went out and sprinkled old bedding around the bucket, and she immediately stepped up and took a long drink. I feel sorry for all of us, conscripted to our dangerous, narrow paths. 

Though rain and snow were predicted yesterday, I left the Silky chicken's coop door open so they could at least get fresh air. Normally if the weather is bad, I keep them locked up, because they have hopelessly little sense of self-preservation. When there is snow on the ground, it is rare for them to step foot out of their safe home.  Chris and I left for a few hours to run some errands, and when we got back I noticed one Silky had not only wandered out of the coop but had climbed through the fence. She was sitting next to the hay rack, sopping wet as icy rain pelted down. She was clearly lost, though only about 10 feet from safety. I slipped and slid across the yard and into the pasture, and scooped her up. Then I noticed that the rooster had also left the coop. He is quite elderly now, and seemingly confused much of the time. I had to break a path through potentially ankle-breaking crusty snow to reach him. He appeared to have given up and was hunkered down in a depression in the frozen world surrounding him, head bowed, eyes shut, water streaming through his once-fluffy feathers. He didn't protest when I lifted him and perilously made my way back, tucking him into his home and locking the door firmly. 

Today the sun is shining and the high temperatures promise to be in the 40's. I am hoping for melting so our world will open up to more than treacherous paths. Both my sister and my cousin have told me that "winter's back is broken."  This is a term my father used to use, and I am hopeful that they are correct. It is lovely to have the days getting a bit longer with every turn of the calenders page. Still, I know that March and even April can bring storms with deep snow, so I am not getting too excited just yet. 

Meanwhile, I have had a long put-off project tackled. There is a hallway in our upstairs that I last painted over 10 years ago. The ceiling had some damage, and there were spots on the walls that needed patching, plus the paint looked dingy. Parts of the walls are difficult to reach due to the stairway being below them. Though I've painted many a space in my life, I am simply not good at it. Last week I had a professional guy come and paint not only the hall but also the master bathroom.  He was here for 2 1/2 days, and it was fun to hear his big boots thumping overhead and tools scraping and clattering as I worked downstairs. As always I chose a shade of white for the walls, and now everything looks fresh and clean and so much brighter. My painter friend jokes about how "daring" I am with my color choices... white, white and more white when it comes to paint. He says it's a little boring, and I'm sure he's right, but my choices make me happy. 

I've never once had any sort of curtain hung from this little window, which seems a shame. Yesterday Chris helped me by putting a rod up, and now a pretty little lace valance softens this spot. 

Today I'll move things back to where they belong and be glad for a project well done. It's good to get these sorts of things done now so that when winters back really is broken, I can get outdoors and enjoy a world not confined by ice. 

Sleepover...

 If you have ever lived with chickens you will know that most of them do not enjoy the snow. Luckily for local hens, we have had a fairly open winter so far, but the last few weeks the ground has been covered in icy white. This keeps my birds close to the coop. They might venture out for a snack or a bit of sun, but most of the day is spent close to the pop door so they can retreat indoors if their scaly toes get cold. 

All except one brave hen. She has skittered down the slope from the coop to the little hole in the fence that leads to the pasture. From there she has navigated across the field, past the manure pile and hay rack, and into the Donkey Dorm and Goat Cozy. She spends the day scratching around, a single bird amongst the hoofstock. All is well until evening comes, and she suddenly isn't so keen to skate back to her cozy coop.  You know, the place where there is food, water, safety, shelter, and the company of other avians. So she decides to have a sleepover with her mammalian pals. 

She either tucks herself into the goat's hay bucket or perches on the gate between the goat and donkey rooms. This isn't entirely safe. Though it's doubtful the donkeys would let a predator into their house, she is more exposed here than in the locked-tight coop. She could get stepped on by a misplaced hoof, and there is not a ready water supply for her, even if she can find enough seeds and bits of hay to keep her crop full. 

The biggest problem is that I have been forbidden to go out to take care of the animals by both my husband and (bossy) daughter. Last week I lifted something in a thoughtless way and strained muscles in my lower back. It's a bit better each day, but I've been banned from lifting, toting, hauling, and most of all, meandering on ice until I am fully healed.  This means that Chris and Rachel have been taking care of all the stock every day, all week, and Chris has to try to catch the bird at dusk with our trusty fishing net. If Rachel is here in the evening, the two of them tag team to catch the errant featherhead. Then she is escorted home tucked under someone's arm, and reunited with her family. 

Tonight we decided to let her stay put. Permissiveness runs rampant here at FairWinds. With my trusty barn cam, I can peek in and see her, sleeping soundly with her pals. I guess she's tired of being cooped up in the snow with all the other fowl and is enjoying a little "alone" time across the pasture. 

Scenic...

 When our family decided to move from Memphis we had a list of criteria for our future dream home. It went something like this: 

• Low crime
• Good schools 
• Near the ocean
• Near my family  (but not so close people would drop in unannounced.) 

And finally- 

• Scenic beauty 

Though there were many wonderful things about living in Memphis (the restaurants, museums, and music. The zoo! The Mississippi River, and our many wonderful friends,) we all agreed, there was a lack of loveliness surrounding us. 

When we eventually decided to call Maine home, I knew we had that last bullet point well covered. I am reminded daily of how fortunate I am to live here. Everywhere I drive I pass rivers and lakes. There are mountain views and regular glimpses of the ocean to delight me. I enjoy seeing granite ledges and evergreen studded vistas. Rolling blueberry barrens, lovely no matter the season. My eyes can't get enough of the beauty here. 

One of the first purchases I made for our new home was a bird feeder.  Niece Elyse was here helping us get settled and she said, "If you hang a thistle feeder you'll have Goldfinches." I put one in my cart, and within moments of hanging it by my kitchen window, it was covered with fluttering birds the color of sunshine. I've had a love affair with the local birds ever since. I keep them fed, they keep me in awe. Feeding the birds is a way of bringing the local beauty close to home.

Today I snapped this picture, just a common Blue Jay, but how handsome he looks against the backdrop of branches and snow, with that saucy red Cardinal just behind him. 

The jay flitted to a higher branch, and I couldn't resist taking his picture with the sky in the background. There are so many shades of blue in this image. 

Shortly after I took this picture I noticed a large bird shadow slipping over the snow. I looked up but missed who was throwing that shadow. Seconds later I saw the shadow circle past again, and to my delight, saw this. In a tree. Right outside my window. Scenic beauty indeed, all around us. 

Cardinals, cars and culinary compliments...

 I've been experimenting with my new camera, and it is good. During recent snow I captured this handsome lad, looking dignified.  

Moments later I snapped his more comical side.

Less amusing is the fact that Chris's car decided to give up on life. This is sad because he has not had it all that long (though it wasn't new when he got it.) He drives a lot for work, but is frugal and was looking for the most inexpensive car he could find. I suggested/nagged otherwise, and to my delight, he bought a gently used car that still has years of warranty on it. At first, he was a little self-conscious about having such a nice car (traditionally he has me drive the better vehicle) but by today the sheer joy of having a pretty, clean, fun to drive car had kicked in. He is delighted with his purchase. I am thrilled to see him heading off with safe wheels below him. (It's a Nissan Sentra if anyone is curious.) 

We serendipitously celebrated the purchase with a small feast. Neighbor Cheryl was recently gifted a mess of oysters. She found opening them to be arduous and asked if we'd like them. I asked son in love Evans if he was game to shuck a few dozen mollusks, (it is one of his many talents)  and when he agreed, I invited Cheryl to bring her bounty and join the four of us for some oyster stew. I've only made it a few times, but we all think it is pretty amazing. Since a batch of Oyster stew makes small (but rich!) portions, we planned it as an appetizer.  

The oysters were delicious, and the stew, made with cream, milk, and butter all from a local dairy, was quite tasty. After we polished it off, there was garlic roasted chicken, (one we grew here) a big bowl of Ceasar salad, and a fresh out of the oven fragrant, crusty, loaf of bread that Rachel made. At one point Cheryl looked at me and asked, "Who eats like this?" It was a fair question, and I was happy that the answer was, "WE DO!" 

Our weekend was marked by Cardinal's, cars, and an excellent compliment.