Out the window.

I am sitting at the kitchen window with my coffee and cookies, staring at the birds both large and small. The turkeys are here, scratching with their huge pointy turkey feet. They scratch around the bird feeders so as to clean up all the abandoned seeds from the smaller birds. This seems ironic to me.

The smaller birds flit around overhead on the feeders, kicking out even more bits for the turks. They are not afraid in the least of these enormous creatures.

How the turkeys can fill up their huge bodies with such small pickings is beyond me. Obviously they must have a lot of regular stops during the day.

There still are about 25 total body count, alive and well, but I wonder what kind of a toll this weather takes on the flock. Is a group of turkeys even called a flock? And I can't believe I am sitting here writing about turkeys in the first place!

They really are beautiful in their own way. The rich browns and tans and exquisite designs of their feathers are hard to see unless you can get really close. Their heads are a sort of  red and white mixture, with circles around smallish eyes, giving them a strange, peering look.

I never knew how to tell the males from the females, but the males have these weird tufts that come out of their chests. Cute. The females out number the males something like  8 or 9 to 10. Lucky dudes!

 

 

 I wonder who the leader of the pack/flock is? I think they live in the thick brushy trees behind the outhouse. They go from whence they come...... See you guys tomorrow hopefully!

One more picture before I go and get ready for a day of framing. This is what my bird feeder looked like last winter. These guys came every day, and every day I would feed them cat food, despite Wayne's warnings that I would not be able to get rid of the things once I fed them. I have not seen one possum so far this winter! I miss them. Possums are cuter than turkeys.

 

                                                         Have a wonderful day!

Now we're talking....

Finally, the winter comes with it's dramatic alterations of the landscape. It feels right. The light from the snow is uplifting and fresh.

The Studio

view from kitchen window

looking toward barn from Michele's Cabin

the path leading back from the cabin.

 

Leah's swing.

It is time for quiet contemplation and renewal. I am totally loving it!

Happy New Year everyone! I can't believe that we are already a third of the way through January.

I am feeling happy that I have gotten myself off the fence and have taken my so called feral cat, Mot, and have dubbed him, "Mot, the Mascot of Michele's Cabin". It is now his home, and I just know that Michele would approve.

Michele's Cabin

Looking out the window of the cabin.

Looking toward the barn from the cabin.

Now, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I don't feel guilty that Wayne, Deezil, Maudie and myself, are all cozy in our king size bed, and Mot is huddled in the loose straw on the floor of the barn, trying to stay warm, with the wind howling through the cracks. I know he is snoozing away, safe from the cold and the creatures of the night!

Deezil and Maudie

Mot

Look at that face! And those ears! I think Mot must feel as though he's died and gone to heaven!
His left ear has finally healed from his latest scrap with someone in the neighborhood. His right ear almost looks as though the tip had been cut off. I wish he would tell me his story. But for now, he is loved, at least by Wayne and myself.

The decision to put Mot in Michele's Cabin decided our activities last weekend. Wayne and I spent two days cleaning and rearranging, putting up StarNites, Peace Mirrors, Beatle posters and other various "objects de art", just to make Mot feel at home.

When we would go into the "big" house every now and then, we were greeted with suspicious stares from our other ones. They know something is up!

I can't think of a better way to start out the new year, though, and I love it here on the farm even more!