We have seen scores of pictures that feature Gabe at full gallop in that same spot. The motion sensor fires the camera when he gets into range. There is a lag between seeing movement and actually tripping the shutter. Trail cam makers usually post that in the specs and the lower the better. We’ve had that camera up since late last year. The daylight pics are OK but I’m disappointed in the night time resolution.
The crab apples and peaches along the driveway are busting out blossoms. The smaller tree with the white blooms is a cherry. I forget the variety.
The redbud in the front garden is showing why it is named so.
I coated the cod filets with Andy’s Cajun breading and served them with fries and sides. I’m afraid I will run out of those fermented peppers before I can grow more.
Bitsy, being a good kitty.
Homer, pretending to be a good kitty.
A couple of chicken thighs roasted in the counter top oven made a decent lunch. They were seasoned with paprika, garlic, and Aleppo pepper.
This crab apple has seen some things. It was broke down by an ice storm several years ago but bounced back. I took the pic through some branches of a vitex. It always comes on late. It does have some green buds just now showing.
*names will be adjusted if their sex reveals itself to be male.
They are spending most of the day outside today, weather is warm and they are so very happy out there, even in their little penned area.
I’ve been calling them Nikki and Nora for weeks now, but didn’t want to introduce them by name until I was sure it was going to stick. I can easily tell them apart and their personalities are polar opposites, which is fun. I’m still 90% convinced they are female because of the way they talk – they have a strong, high pitched quack and they talk constantly. Males have a gravelly voice and are not as talkative. But until we see a turned up tail feather (male) or see eggs (around October) it’s all speculation.
Meanwhile, meet Nora:
It’s been warm enough to start spending time outside, although not alone. They insist I be out there with them.
My plan was, since the ducklings spent a good deal of time outside in their “pools,” we could skip bathtime last night.
Uh-huh, sure. 7:30p, there was a loud clattering of webbed feet down the hall and two very expectant ducklings in the bathroom, waiting. Continue reading
The ducklings seemed bored today and were managing to get into a bit of trouble inside. So even though it was only in the mid-fifties, I decided some outdoor time would be good for their mental health and mine.
Scout got in on the fun and was, as always, very respectful of the boundaries. Continue reading
They are quickly (and everywhere) losing their downy yellow fluff. Their pin feathers aren’t quite filling in yet, so they have some bare pink spots all over. Especially their wings.
They spend a great deal of time out of their crate now. They mostly sleep on their blanket, but they do wander into the kitchen for some cat grass now and then. I expect they’ll become more mobile as curiosity takes precedence over growing. Right now, growing requires lots of eating and sleeping. Continue reading
