“The Reading Den”
-Painted with Golden acrylics.
-Approx. 10″ x 7 1/4″ x 1″ Piece of pine
-Topped with two coats of gloss varnish.
-Signed, titled, and dated on the back by me!
Tucked in a perfect trunk of a tree, Rabbit always found himself lost in a good book while in his reading den. Surrounded by fireflies, and a light lit by more in a jar, this was his favorite spot!
Anabell loved to play dress up with her cats. This time she decided to have a woodland costume party. The cats happily participated.
She loved to stand in the ocean, dreaming of being at sea on her own boat. The cats, however, spent their time in little boats beside her.
Toulouse & Tilly, when we brought them home at the beginning of March!
Ducks…ducks grow fast. Ducks, or maybe just these Khaki Campbell ducks, are apparently not ‘domesticated’ like chicks/chickens seem to be. Growing up in Los Angeles, we had a mini farm in the city with a couple geese, ducks, and even a peacock! My Mother loooooves duck eggs, and while I’m not sure I do (I have a love/hate relationship with eggs-one day I love, the next they’re slimey and hideous) I remember as a child blowing duck eggs out and painting them. I plan on showing my own children how to do this! Anyway, we have two ducks in the basement under a heat lamp, with a space to roam and spill water all over. It’s still snowing here so they can’t go out yet, but wow they grow super fast! I can’t wait to introduce them to the chickens-I hope that goes smoothly. As it turns out, I think we got two female ducks because they weren’t sexed when we got them, which is totally fine. They also might be the migratory kind, so I’m sure we’ll be bidding them adieu at some point. =(
Anna with Tilly, March 11th
Toulous, March 27th
One thing I absolutely love about Pennsylvania is the woods. Waking up early in the morning to drive around the forests, looking for deer and other wildlife to catch a photo of. We’re a little intimidated to actually go IN the forest, because there seems to always be hunters lurking about. That and black bears.
The new theme for this weekend is, “Victory/Defeat.” Trophies were the first thing that popped into my head, but not your standard winning trophy you’re awarded after a job well done at your sport. I’m going to go ahead and blame the fact we’re in Pennsylvania and always out looking for deer to photograph. Anyhow, hunting came into my mind. I mean, hunting for “trophies”, not hunting to feed your family. You do what you have to do! So yesterday I whipped up some paper mache antlers (I’m totally aware female deer don’t have them, but it’s fantasy) and a bow for my son.
Thankfully my children are always willing to be my models, especially when one gets a new play bow out of it, and the other gets to look like a deer. =)
I love our backyard chickens. Probably more than is normal, since apparently some people actually end up eating their chickens after they stop laying. I don’t think I’ll be one of those-nei, I *won’t* be one of those. They can carry on, living a lovely life, and not lay eggs. That’s fine by me. They’re such beautiful creatures!
I had this idea, this “vision” of how lovely a chicken would look surrounded by falling down, almost like snow. (Although if I wait a few months, I don’t need the down…) Turns out, chickens actually do not seem to like down at all. So the “vision” wasn’t quite realized, but that was ok.
There’s something about their fluffy butts that is just so cute. We got six hens when they were just tiny chicks. The little town we moved to decided that on March 26th of this year, they were going to ban livestock, poultry, and other ‘farm’ animals from city limits. That was so ridiculous! Here we moved from Portland, Oregon, where you’re allowed chickens in the city, and this rural Pennsylvania town was going to outlaw them? There was a side note, that if you owned your animals prior to March 26th, you’d be able to keep them until they died. That’s when my Mother and I went on a chicken search! We managed to get the chickens the day of the law… Turns out, there’s a lady in town who has alpacas and that’s her livelihood, so she somehow managed to get the city council to not vote on the ban. Yay!