The hen house is inside an area of the big barn that has old animal paddocks, a water cistern and several wooden feed troughs. Penguin the rooster has taken to getting busy with the ladies down inside the feed troughs. Here he is on the edge of one of the troughs with one of his harem, Butter. He even had a threesome in there last week.
He's come a long way since his first efforts - Penguin greets the day! I film these out in the hen house in the early wee hours, which is why the picture is so dim. Penguin being the handsome dark knight that he is doesn't help things, either.
My farmer mentors John & Mary at Little Falls Farm in Bolsters Mills, Maine sent me a box of amazingness from their farm - from left: dried garlic (they grow great garlic), goat cheese, goat milk soap, dried hot peppers, and a bag of castor bean seeds
John & Mary make 'Riffle', an aged, raw goat's milk cheese that tastes similar to Gouda
The castor beans were the most intriguing part of the gift - castor beans grow into beautiful flowering plants and the seeds come encased in these spiny, thick pods, also known as 'tick seed'. I wrote to Mary with lots of questions about growing them, as castor beans are processed to make castor oil, and the poison ricin is part of the waste “mash” produced when castor oil is made.
“We always attract into our lives whatever we think about the most, believe in most strongly, expect on the deepest levels, and/or imagine most vividly. When we are negative and fearful, insecure or anxious, we often attract the very experiences, situations, or people that we are seeking to avoid. If we are basically positive in attitude, expecting and envisioning pleasure, satisfaction, and happiness, we tend to attract and create people, situations, and events that conform to our positive expectations. So, consciously imagining what we want can help us to manifest it in our lives.
When I woke up yesterday I found these huge impressions in the snow with lots of deer tracks coming and going from them. I think it's where a couple of deer hung out during the night.
I happened to be lying awake and heard something hit the house a few times - a gentle thud or like something grazing the facade. It sounded like deer - they like to sample the low branches on the cedar trees - and it looks like they enjoyed some dinner and a nap.
Power yogi Shannon and I dove in - it was 34 degrees that day and we wore our yoga clothes, shoes and ear plugs. It doesn't count unless you go under, which felt like biting into ice cream. The plunge was exhilrating, thrilling and we loved it!