Serpent and human
Sunbathing beauties on rocks
River welcomes all




One of our chickens, a Silver Hamburg to be exact, had been acting funnily for some time: puffing up and squawking whenever any one came near her; chicken, dog, cat or human.  Of course I had no idea of what to make of it so I left her alone. Now we also had a broody hen, a Buff Rock, that we moved to a big tub where she sat on a dozen eggs. The tub was covered in metal wire.  She is a hen that we hatched out a few years ago, as is the Silver Hamburg, and the roosters too.
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Get to know your neighbours, be they big or small,

Get to know your neighbours, one and all.

They might be crawling or creeping,

Even curled beneath a log sleeping,

You may see them in the air,

Or caught on a strand of your tangled hair,

Could be they’re thorned,  or four legged and horned,

Swimming and scaled, or roaring and tailed,

Maybe they’re waving their arms in the breeze,

Or shaking their branches free of leaves.

Get to know them I say, follow them while you play,

Touch them, smell them, know them by sight,

Listen to them speak to the stars in the night,

Some will be friends and some will be foe,

There will always be ‘something’ that let’s you know,

Which is which and who is who,

Look outside and inside and you’ll feel what is true.

So know your neighbours be they tiny or tall,

Know them well, one and all.

How de do Mr. Rattler

Rattlesnake sunning in the middle of the road on our way to town.  Stopped and had a little chat with him . . . . urging him to move along before he got run over . . . . he moved, we moved.  On our way back, saw him again, dead as could be, run over after all . . . . must have been his time to die . . . . . . . .


How de do Mr. Rattler