Nothing epitomizes the end of Summer to me like the sound of crickets chirping – a far reaching childhood memory. Whenever I hear them I’m reminded of the tale that by counting the number of chirps in 14 seconds and adding 40 it will give you the temperature in Fahrenheit (for Celsius count the chirps in 25 seconds, divide by 3 and add 4). Naturally, when I do hear them I can never remember the formula so, so far it is unproven. Something for the bucket list (I tend to aim low).
Seeing or hearing coyotes is now a daily occurrence here. It has only happened in the last three years but they seem to have moved in to stay. This young coyote has being showing an interest in the chickens but is learning to respect the electric fence surrounding the coop. Where it use to chase around the outside of the coop excitedly, it now saunters around, trying to figure out how to get in without getting a light zap. The chickens have adjusted to the attention and sit on their top perch watching the action and chuckling every time the coyote touches the wire. Even though this coyote possibly took our cat it is still wonderful to observe the wildlife around us.
The good news is I found this delightful garden of beautiful lichen and moss indicating we’re living in a pretty healthy place air quality-wise.
The bad news is that it is growing on our old cedar shake roof and is about 2 inches (5.08 cm) thick
The good news is that I’m now more than half way through my re-roofing job (one week delay due to inclement weather) and our new moss free roof should last for many a year.
I was splitting firewood today and came across a nice collection of critters living in some of the seasoned pieces of wood. I grabbed a bucket and started collecting them for the chickens. It took me an hour to get a good amount and it took the chickens about 20 seconds to eat them. Shared a few with the Steller’s Jay too.