That Cat!

Let's check in on William Jake. We haven't have annoyed him in a little while.

There he is, in his house...

William!

William Jake!

Man, that kid's got the good life!

Meet Albert Einstein

Noooooo, it's not this Albert Einstein!! Although, the two look eerily similar. Take notice of the hair... you'll see what I'm talking about.

Albert, come show everyone your cute little face... the boy never stands still!

Ok, this is as good as it's going to get right now. Little Al doesn't understand the camera yet like Pumpkin does... she gets irritated with it... and me!

Everyone, meet Albert Einstein Seehafer! He is a 3 month old Polish Rooster (Joe was a Polish-Silkie.) He hales from Lebanon Tennessee from another great family, like Joe's family. I have found that "Chicken" people, in general, are good people to know. I have gotten to know four great ladies, Judy (from the Meet-Up Group), Tess (Joe's mom), Cindy (Tess's friend who, along with Tess helped me through the difficult time when Joe was sick) and Holly (Albert's mom). These women, who didn't know me from Adam, emailed me great advice and knowledge, remedies for chicken sicknesses and diseases... AND all around moral support! Thank you girls!! The chicken community is a tight nit group who stick together and are very welcoming of new chicken families!

The girls are ok with him... there is a pecking order that happens every time you bring a new chicken and rooster in. I really hate that time. It makes me want to protect the one being picked on but you can't. It's kinda like a right of passage. Joe went through it and he proved himself as head of the house! Al is going to have to do that too. He will, when he grows a little more... until then, I'll still keep my eye on the girls and their behavior! JD is pretty passive. She is ok with him. He tends to hang around her. In this picture she looks like she saying "what the heck is he doing?"

For the meantime, Al finds that having a little running space between him and the girls works really well... either that, or a door.

Welcome home little Al!

Farm Photo Gallery

Brian and I headed up to Bethpage Tennessee to see this one farm in mind. These are some pictures of the farm land near and around the area.

Take a deep breath. Can't you just smell that fresh country air?!?!

I just love old barns. They can make the most beautiful sceneries to photograph.

No, this is not Madison County... like every other woman, I love that book! It made me cry. This covered bridge is on State Road 231. It's actually someone's private drive way.

You can't really see it but the house is straight ahead. The bridge entrance frames the house in the back ground perfectly.

I can't tell you how many times I asked poor Brian to turn the van around so I could get a picture. This little donkey was one of them.

The farm we went to in Bethpage was just not right for us. We did end up "free stylin'"... that's what Brian calls it when we just drive around looking. He got that term from Mike and Frank from "American Pickers" on History Channel... great show by the way! Here's the website...
http://www.history.com/shows/american-pickers

It actually turned out to be a nice Sunday outing.

Back to Farm Hunting

On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way and our way

Is on the road again
I just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way and our way

Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

"On the Road Again" written and performed by Willie Nelson

Welcome, Autumn!

Fall has got to be the best season of all times... of course, that's my opinion. As usual, I went crazy with mums!

I've got them on the side porch...

and the front porch!

They are everywhere!

These are last years mums planted next to the herb flower bed on the side of the house.

I've got to figure out where to plant this years mums, next year! Lots to do this fall!!

Last Day of Summer

Today is the last day of summer. I was curious on what happens on these days... first day of spring, summer, fall and winter. I know we studied this in high school (many, many, many years ago!) My memory it's what it use to be, so I headed to Wikipedia for an explanation.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equinox

An equinox occurs twice a year, when the tilt of the Earth's axis is inclined neither away from nor towards the Sun, the center of the Sun being in the same plane as the Earth's equator. The term equinox can also be used in a broader sense, meaning the date when such a passage happens. The name "equinox" is derived from the Latin aequus (equal) and nox (night), because around the equinox, the night and day are approximately equally long. It may be better understood to mean that latitudes +L and -L north and south of the Equator experience nights of equal length.

At an equinox, the Sun is at one of two opposite points on the celestial sphere where the celestial equator (i.e. declination 0) and ecliptic intersect. These points of intersection are called equinoctial points: classically, the vernal point and the autumnal point. By extension, the term equinox may denote an equinoctial point.

An equinox happens each year at two specific moments in time (rather than two whole days), when there is a location on the Earth's equator where the center of the Sun can be observed to be vertically overhead (in astronomical terms, the subsolar point), occurring around March 20/21 and September 22/23 each year.


Goodbye Summer, until next year. We'll miss you.

As Summer into Autumn slips

As Summer into Autumn slips by Emily Dickinson

As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest
We turn the sun away,

And almost count it an Affront
The presence to concede
Of one however lovely, not
The one that we have loved —

So we evade the charge of Years
On one attempting shy
The Circumvention of the Shaft
Of Life's Declivity.