Wednesday, September 8, 2010
This morning the old thermometer read 34 degrees for the first time this fall. There is nothing like the first couple mornings of brisk cold air to renew one primeval spirit. Upon exiting the house, on my way to the chicken coop for morning watering and feeding, I noticed the car windows had a thin layer of frozen dew and each step bought a crushing sound to my ears. Yes, even the grass had a thin layer of the frozen cold stuff. About half way across the yard the geese spotted me. They are normally pretty talkative in the morning, but this morning was more like; "Hey! Who turned off the heater?". The Guineas too, were more talkative from their lofty perch on the coop's roof. Geese looking up at me, the Guineas looking down at me, egad I'm surrounded! The Guineas are roosting in a tall pine next to the coop, which offers a good amount of protection. But my guess is that they will elect for the warmth of the coop soon. Now the chickens, they are more quiet than the rest, after all they were in the relatively warm coop. Only Rudy the rooster is noticeable from the outside. As always all the birds are eager for the morning feeding. There is quite a bit of geese chatter, chicken clucking and whatever the Guinea sound is called....then its Rudy that breaks the setting with a crow and the chase of one of the hens. He's ready to mate, but they are not. Once fed, they are then turned out on the grass, whats left of it, for the day. The morning sun is coming up now and the warmth of its rays are unthawing (for you Trish) the frozen dew that fell over night, releasing a fog that hangs upon the awakening world. All is peaceful at my prairie home!
Posted by Bill Reynolds at 10:28 AM