It has been as fine and sweet a day as that mulberry- the first to ripen- and which I ate. I am sure that we have had other springs that were as lovely and as temperate as this one has been but I can't remember when. And yes, we have had storms but I consider them to be magnificent additions to perfection.
The mulberry tree doesn't look as full of fruit as it has in past years. I have no idea why. Perhaps they, like many fruit trees, have very productive years and years that are leaner. I just looked this up. It is called "biennial bearing." So perhaps we won't get enough to make jam or pies this year but enough for the children to snack on.
It will be as it will be.
We've had a chicken casualty. She is not dead but she is definitely wounded. See the two black and white hens in the header picture? Those are my barred rocks. Alice and Annie and I have no idea which is which. They are curious chickens, and bold. I admire them and they have the nicest little song they sing as they go about their days. Last night when Glen put the hens to bed he came in and told me that one of them was on the ground, in the corner of the hen house and asked if I'd come out to look at her with him. I did and she was fine enough to peck my hand and draw blood but chickens do not nest on the ground for no reason. Was she brooding too? It didn't appear so. She wasn't flat on the hay the way a broody hen is and she didn't have the erect and thrumming feathers of a mama-to-be either. We didn't pick her up to examine her, just let her be as she obviously did not want to be touched.
But this morning she was still in the same spot.
What got to her? And another question is- how did we not hear whatever was going on? Chickens are not silent when they are in peril. Mr. Moon and Vergil were nearby in the garage almost all day and we had the doors open for part of the day. I don't think it was a dog that got her. I don't think she would have gotten away if it had been. We've got many, many hawks right now and some of them are big enough to try and snatch a hen. I almost wonder if it was a cat- Biscuit Head, for example, but Mr. Moon says no. I'm not convinced. I am sure it was not this one, though.