Autumn Arrives
The autumnal equinox arrives locally at 8:30 a.m. CDT today. Despite enjoying fabulous summerlike temperatures this week, it is truly beginning to feel like fall. For one thing, the ground is dry. I think the ground has dried out only two times in the almost 8-years we have lived here. This has had a big impact on the way our woods look.
The green vegetation is much thinner than usual. The first colorful leaves are just starting to carpet the forest floor. Soon it will be impossible to see the ground and walking will become a crunching rustle of leaves with every step.
With that feature comes the unmistakable aroma of autumn.
Last night, Cyndie had a little scare when arriving at the coop around dusk to close things up after all the chickens were inside. The net fencing where she has the access point to climb inside showed signs of being monkeyed with by some unauthorized character.
Ol’ Rocky the Rooster might need to grow up real fast in order to protect his brood before they all reach adulthood.
Maybe he already did. Cyndie reported all chickens accounted for, safe on the roosts.
The amount of cover in the wooded acres surrounding the coop is quickly disappearing. That gives the free-ranging hens fewer places to hide, but it also gives any potential predators less cover for sneaking up on the girls.
I spotted a stray cat prowling in our small paddock on Sunday in broad daylight while I was walking Delilah. Our silly dog never saw the cat, but the cat saw us and made a hasty exit, stage left, where it ran up our North Loop trail out of sight.
I walked Delilah toward that direction and watched her pick up the scent and go nuts, wanting to follow the trail. I pulled rank and made her come my way, back to the house.
The Light Brahma pullet seems to be reflecting the seriousness of so much drama happening as the change of seasons launches a new batch of adventures. Their nights are getting longer and the air will soon be getting colder.
In the meantime, we are going to enjoy this agreeable autumn to the fullest.
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A resounding rooster to wake you up and bring you back to the joys of the moment will be interesting. Nature would find a way… I have a feeling that he will be adding some more poetry to your blog in the days to come.
Ian Rowcliffe
September 23, 2020 at 12:09 am
He will certainly add to the soundtrack of our days here. We are looking forward to it!
johnwhays
September 23, 2020 at 8:47 pm
I don’t know whether I ever told you the story of the chicken that entered a butcher’s in Porto. Everyone was amazed and laughed. The owners saw it as a sign of good luck and created a space for it and naturally word spread and people would go to see the chicken, hardly believing it possible. This went on for many years until the health authorities said it was unhygienic – I have a feeling rival butchers may have had something to do with it:-) All to say, that you have a lucky rooster: may he bring you great joy and prosperity!
Ian Rowcliffe
September 24, 2020 at 12:39 am
Love that story! Thank you! I will admit, keeping chickens and maintaining hygiene is
an ongoing challenge…
johnwhays
September 24, 2020 at 7:58 am