There is something missing, and I know what it is. The pantskirt. The perfect garment, the missing link between pants and skirt, between masculinity and femininity. What does it mean, that a pantskirt is so hard to find these days?
After this long and cold winter the hens and the rooster are happily exploring spring. They hardly have time to eat before they race out in the garden. They take long strolls in the cow pen, and follow me around when working in the plots. The very first day of spring, Babs (the only remaining bantam hen, mid pic) suddenly decided to give that brooding thing a try. After a week she suddenly got tired of lying in the clutch, without eating or drinking, and stepped out to join the others in the sun. But after just a couple of minutes she was hunted back in again, and since that moment she has stayed flat on the eggs.
Will there be chickens, we are all wondering? I'll keep you updated.
Elvis, in the first pic, is tame as a kitten. Loves to lie in the sofa, loves being cuddled with. When stroked under the beak she closes her eyes and purrs...
So extremely much we did not have the chance to see.
Thank you hotel, for giving us a nicer view than what we did pay for.
Thank you weather for not raining. Thank you feet for all that walking.
And thank you spring, letting us know that you are (finally)
on your way!
Two animals that are unfortunately gone since a time back; the elephant bird and the moa. The moa (in the first three pictures) lived in New Zealand until the 16th-century. The elephant bird (in the last drawing by Walton Ford) was running around on the island of Madagascar in the 17th century. None of the birds could fly, and both laid eggs larger than rugby balls. (The first image is a montage, made by someone I don't know. It's easy to imagine that this is what it could have looked like, a not so very long time ago.)