How I love the Google.
And I have fallen so in love with his work that I feel certain you will be seeing more of it here at Bless Our Hearts.
Meanwhile, it is Sunday and I slept for about eleven hours last night and I feel as if I simply have to do something today to earn my grits and grease, not to mention air and water and patch of dirt, and so I am going to try and bestir myself to get at least a few things done around here which so desperately need doing such as cleaning out the hen house and mopping the kitchen.
That's Dearie in the picture above with some of his hens. He has not gotten to maturity yet but he's getting there and seems to have perfected the rooster stare, even at his young age.
He and the hens he sleeps with in the tree come to visit by the kitchen every morning in hopes for treats which I do supply. He calls the hens to come and eat them, thus proving his worthiness as their rooster. He does his part, I do mine. He never thanks me.
The little chicks are fine and lovely and I saw one use its tiny wings this morning to flutter up to the frame of the cage-coop. Dottie, their mother, desperately wants to take them outside but I am not chancing that yet. I want to let them out so badly because I know they must yearn for new dirt and weeds to scratch in, fresh bugs and tender roots. But there are hawks and there are cats and as protective as Dottie is, I know that these are only a few of the things which she could not defend her babies from and I could not bear that.
It may happen eventually but not yet.
Again- she does her part, and I will do mine even if it means being cruel.
And so it goes. It is Sunday. I did not make pancakes for my grandchildren. I do not have the energy and whatever it is that I end up doing today will be done slowly. You can count on that.
Meanwhile, enjoy the artwork by Sr. Rubio. Not to be confused with that other Rubio in our government who has never done a thing I'd call enjoyable.
And...if you have nine minutes to spare today, here's an interesting little documentary that I will be thinking about for a long time. I will admit that the porcine element of the film seems to add very little to the whole thing for me but despite that, it was well-worth watching.
Much Love...Ms. Moon