I take photos most days. Usually, it's just insufferable shit like pictures of my pets or a pretty flower outside. Boring, right? But sometimes there is a story behind a picture and when I'm looking through iPhoto later on, I'm trying to remember why I took a dozen blurry photos of a blade of grass ("Oh, that's right, that was the day I discovered a baby praying mantis in the backyard!") So, I thought maybe I could document some of those photos for my own ailing memory's sake. Plus, it might make blogging frequently a little easier since I won't have to worry about being clever all the time. Here is today's magical bounty...
A perfect dandelion head. I don't think I've ever picked one that still had every single seed still attached. I've always loved these as a child, probably because of the magic associated with them (make a wish, etc.)
Sweet, delicious weed seeds.
One thing I have been thinking about is having a backyard chicken coop. Nothing fancy, just three hens so that I'll have fresh eggs and a little piece of country idyll. They could free range in the yard during the day and get locked up at night. It is probably just some naive little fantasy of mine, but I'm starting to feel like a strictly modern life is unsatisfactory. I love the internet, watching movies, and playing video games, but you know what? If I spend the whole day doing those things (and boy, have I), what does it feel like I've been doing all day? Nothing. I was gratified when a friend of mine felt the same way. She wants her infant daughter to have a Huck Finny childhood (go watch "Away We Go" if you haven't already), instead of spending it mindlessly staring at a screen all day. I want that too, for me! :)
Anyway, keeping chickens alive is apparently a difficult task. Every predator ever wants a piece of that action. Can you guess which one is the #1 brutal psycho killer of the bunch? Raccoons! Those cute little masked bandits that get a big rubbery one for shiny objects will not hesitate to snatch the face off a chicken or start eating one alive. Yikes. We get regular visits from all sorts of critters (raccoons, skunks, possum - all chicken killers) since our subdivision is right next to McAllister Park, so I would need a very secure coop. Has anyone had experience in raising chickens? It is not something I plan to do right away, but I like having ideas for the future.
(EDIT: Shortly after writing this, Reeses puked the dandelion stem onto my new rug. Well played, Hobbit.)