Red Dirt Farm and Studio

Everything is covered in raindrops and hues of green, yellow, orange and red.  Rooftops and stacks of old wood and piles of construction debris. Even the scrap bowl for the chickens.

There is a certain beauty to it

 

Yellow, orange and red.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh yes, and this is happening now.

Ramblings

It has been a wet cold and very gloomy week here in Virginia.  My mood has pretty much matched the weather.

Mud.  Everywhere.

There have been so many deer on our property, leaving their scent everywhere, poor little Boo dog has his sniffer in overdrive trying to follow their tracks, and consequently, he lost his off-leash privileges for most of the week.  After running blindly into the road chasing the scent and not coming back to me when I called him, he was put on leash for outdoor time.  He then turned stupid; acting like he didn’t know how to walk on one.  Getting tangled up in every possible bush, tree or other obstacles that he came across.  Then he would flop down on the ground and roll around trying to get the leash and collar off.  Sheesh!

Everything is covered in raindrops and hues of green, yellow, orange and red.  Rooftops and stacks of old wood and piles of construction debris. Even the scrap bowl for the chickens.

There is a certain beauty to it.

It seems that John Deere, planned their equipment to look lovely in the fall.

I’ve been out of sorts all week and to carry that theme, I’m posting a little early this weekend.  I’m making the time now to say hello, otherwise it might not happen.

Reader questions from the previous post.

  No, Linda, I haven’t lost my mind. (well, maybe I have)  Yes, I am brokering chicks, – making some money doing it – not getting rich but not losing money either.  One of the chicks passed away this week, I buried her under a tree down in the woods.  Then I said a little prayer for her.

Papya was preening, which is why his feathers were puffed up, I just caught him mid-preen.  Is that a word?

I don’t know if the previous generation were shorter or Phillips Milk of Magnesia was bigger.

 

Sarah – I’m not going to answer how many chickens I have – as the answer may incriminate me.  I’ll just say it is a lot.  AND we have way too many roosters.  Anybody want a rooster or two or ten?  Also, I keep trying to leave comments on your beautiful blog and it won’t let me – Grrr.

 

Ms Doolittle – the name of the show you and your husband must watch on DIY channel is called Backyard Goldmine,

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Rain on the pond.

That’s all for today, thanks for being here.