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A beauty like this guy struts in my yard every day. He is not ours. Neither is his matching hen or a white hen. They wander our yard like they own the place. That’s okay with me as I think that cock-a-doodle-doo protects our three quieter hens.

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Our three look like this one. We had four but a hawk got one of them. My brother had them all named. But I don’t know them that intimately. I do take care of one of their meals of the day. I have two peanut butter toasted sandwiches for breakfast. Kali gets one little corner and the chickens get the crusts. I am a vegetarian by nature. I am allergic to egg whites to the extent that I can’t get the flu shots or others that are based in albumin. But I love the sounds of the clucking and crowing all over my yard. They do their part to scratch out bugs and fertilize the soil. And my husband and brother enjoy the eggs. Me? I’m hoping for wee peep-peeps! But our girls attack the rooster if he comes near. Yay! Hens-lib! ??

Oh, that grass seen in the above pictures? That is truly greener on the other side of the fence. Our neighbor has managed to make and keep a beautiful lawn. We barely manage to keep the sagebrush away from our house.

Other animal sounds we hear around here lately are coyotes and their pups.  One poor girl here was followed to the bus stop by a coyote. She was smart and stood tall and yelled and it ran away. But they can be quite dangerous for people and pets. We have to keep our gate closed and watch carefully for those who might jump over into our yard. Kali and the chickens are in danger. As are the two stray cats that have been here even before we moved here. Rosey and Teddy are indoor felines. Meow!

Our other neighbor has turkeys. When we gave ours away he got some of his own so the gobbles are still a welcome sound.

What doesn’t make sound, that we can hear here are the alpacas that are across the way. They are cute. I wish I had one. Can you imagine the yarn I could get if I got good at alpaca husbandry?

We have seen bear droppings at the campground twelve miles away. That is a sound I don’t want to hear! GRRRowl!

Oh, I just thought of the deer and antelope that play around this here range. Kind of like the baaing of lambs or goats that some neighbors have. There are a few horses. Neigh, not a lot. Ducks and geese quack their honks and especially at sunset as they settle down.

The most annoying, yet cute sound? Oh, my goodness. This mildish winter has brought in the mice. We have cute mice with shiny coats. The other day I was reaching in a cabinet for a can of beans and I heard a high pitch bunch of squeaks. It is no fun to live in the country when you find things like that.  My brother found them and the chickens ate them up. Yes, I have tears in my eyes as I think of it. Soon after he caught a few bigger mice in traps.

I thought you might enjoy what our outdoor friends do that I have seen happen.

I just remembered the wonderful sound of last summer. We had some frogs somewhere between our yard and the nearest neighbor. The co-roaking was so cool! I hope we get it again this year, By the way, the weather is getting warmer and my son and I have made plans to start walking a bit. We spell out the word W-A-L-K so Kali doesn’t get too crazy. Her whining can quickly turn into barking lectures of great magnitude!

Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “animal sounds.” Write about the sounds animals make and how you experience them. Have fun!

 


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There. Now that we’ve piled them up neatly we can start a good fire to keep us warm while we let our collective consciousness flow. Nice. Hot cocoa and marshmallows would be nice. But in all this imagining, I feel one consciousness. Everyone seems off on their own ventures so I guess this one is up to me. Pass the melty s’more? Please? Please? Please?

The empty echo reminded me that I may be one of the only folks in the world who has never had one of those yummy tidbits. Went camping with the family all of my childhood yet no one in my family had ever eaten one–at least back then. Now, with diabetes, I guess it is good no one is here to pass me one. They do sound decadent.

All this reminds me of those camping days. The family would go on three-week vacations. Mom saved up every penny and Dad saved up every bit of vacation time. I had a love-hate relationship with camping. I have memories of sitting up on the highest rocks with pencils, crayons, papers to draw on and lots of books. Those peaceful moments away from family were the best.

I have memories of sitting up on the highest rocks with pencils, crayons, papers to draw on and lots of books. Those peaceful moments away from family were the best.

Waking in the cold with the tiny pebbles eating their way through flattened blowup raft-bed, sleeping bag, and my very flesh. Not the best memory. Worse, waiting for the sun to warm the world enough to crawl out of the sleeping bag to make the mad rush to the stinky non-flushable toilet maddeningly painful.

Evening ranger talks and sing-a-longs with educational slides–wonderful! Daytime hikes with rangers to learn of local flora and fauna–Heavenly.

Dirty nails, dirty everything. Cold baths in the tent. Dragging heavy pails of water from the faucet that seemed miles away, getting to camp soaking wet from being splashed the whole way, then still having to wash dishes in the plastic container–Ugh!

Was it any wonder that by the time I was an adult I refused to camp unless there was an automatic dishwasher, washer, dryer, full bathroom facilities, comfy beds, etc.?

Still, I remember the time, BC (before children), that their father and I were forced to camp out under the stars. We got to camp too late to set up a tent.We zipped our sleeping bags together to make it cozy for the newlyweds we were. A biker had this campsite alone and he invited us to share his site. A little scary but he seemed nice. But the biker would prove to be the least of our worries.

As morning came around I heard bumping and crashing. An old pro at camping, I knew bears were looking for food. I was on my back looking up at the sky through the tree branches. Suddenly a big black nose was sniffing at my nose. I closed my eyes and hoped sniffing was all this brute was going to do. As soon as I felt the footsteps walking away, I nudged my husband and whispered, “Bear.”

No sooner had I said that there was a great big string of obscenities shouted as the biker woke to the same visitor. He scared the bear so much that the bear knocked everything off the table and cookstove and slid down the hill out of sight. The biker was pretty shook-up until he started laughing.

The bear had left a huge path of catsup, mustard, and other foods strewn all over then on either side of the bear butt prints all the way down the hill.

Good times! Let’s sing: The Bear Went Over the Mountain…

Now let’s recite:  How much wood would a woodchuck chuck… Ah, never mind.

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Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It January is: “wood/would.” Use one, use both, use them any way you would like. Have fun!

Thank you, Linda G Hill for a fun January! Whoever would have thought I would get through a whole month of blogging daily?

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