This is the blog of an Island girl who married a country boy. A girl who's always longed for a farm and a menagerie of animals. Watch and read as the dream begins to unfold.
"AND EACH FLOWER AND HERB ON
THE EARTH'S DARK BREAST ROSE
FROM THE DREAMS OF IT'S WINTERY
REST." ~PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY~
"THE SUN WAS WARM BUT THE WIND
WAS CHILL. YOU KNOW HOW IT IS
WITH AN APRIL DAY." ~ROBERT FROST~
"ONE CROCUS ONE ROBIN ONE BEE CAN START A SPRING YOU'LL SEE"
8 comments:
Did you eat a chicken Winslow! Did you just burp up that feather? Give it!!!!
I hope that is a stray feather and not evidence of a disaster!
feathers are very tasty appitizers, whats the main coarse.
Jenny
Winslow you has chicken poop on that little innocent face of yours again. You little stinker. The feather, I'm not even goin' there!
I saw the chickens strutting around the side yard as busy as could be, but no Winslow. Must just be a dropped feather his fur gathered?
All I can say is Winslow Homer loves chicken! ( and I have two gimpy Buff's!)
Winslow, ole pal,.... let's hope you haven't done something naughty! Now, where'd you get that feather?
Miss Henny Penny is minus a feather.
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