~ the chicken coop ~

~ the red shed, with brooder house ~

No we are not getting chickens.

Everett and I walked to the new place this morning, as we do most weekdays now. Their dog now stays at our place, but there are cats to feed in the barn; several wildish ones that won't let themselves be touched, and one very young kitten that Everett has already turned into a people-lover.

We were on the main grid road close to home again when one of the dogs flushed a nice buck deer out of the bush on the far side of the ditch. It leapt toward us before bounding in the other direction, three dogs in a state of high excitement in hot pursuit. They were left in the dust in moments and Everett and I were left wondering why the camera is never ready to go when you need it. But "Wow!" he said.

We made our weekly trip into town for his piano lesson. I waited for him at the public library, where I settled into a table in a back corner to look through one of the PostSecrets books.

It's fowl-hunting season in the area again. Huge flocks of snow geese and Canada geese fly over our heads, and rifles take hundreds of them out when they land in pre-dawn or dusk fields. These birds we had time to get a picture of; they appeared to be made of paper and filled a back yard along the highway going into town.

Now Playing: Deep Forest (1992)

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