There are new pictures of pages under that tab, just above. Right now all pages on one entry, but I’m working on that. Or will be before I post new pages (which I don’t have yet, so it’ll be awhile). I’m enjoying the process and getting a lot from it. Good stuff.
Feb 5 – Red-breated Nuthatch with a sunflower seed. The chickadees let me stand closest to the feeder and still come. To get the nuthatches calm enough I have to take a few steps back. The goldfinches flee at the very sight of me, so I have to take those pictures through the window.
Feb 4 – Snow with macro lens so if you look closely, you can see individual snowflakes since it was that kind of snow. My new goal, since seeing the last picture on this post (she lives where I do!) is to catch a snowflake in flight. I enjoy her blog quite a lot. She lives on the other side of our tiny village, so I get to see different scenes.
Feb 3 – Given a choice, Phoebe would prefer to spend even the cold, snowy days outside. She just plops down to watch the world.
Feb 2 – Today Avery went to live with my friend from the feed store, a fellow chicken lover. She has a big coop with individual cages for the special chickens – same size as Avery is used to living in.
That night I got this email:
“Hi, Laurie!
Ms. Avery is doing great!! She is between a black cochin hen and a rosecomb leghorn hen. It’s a hoot!! She’s looking at them with her head tilted one way….then she tilts another way….then she makes funny sounds. It’s so funny to watch her. You can tell she’s not used to being around other birds. She is totally enamored with those two birds! And of course, them being used to being with other birds all the time, just totally ignore her! She’s just talking and talking and talking.
She’s all settled in, had a very nice supper, and is trying to make friends. 
Thanks for trusting me with your sweet baby girl!!!!!!!!!!! She’s a doll.”
So that made it a little easier. I still look for her, though. I am chickenless.
Feb 1 – A friend’s birthday is tomorrow and this is her gift (which I can safely post because it’s a few days later and I know she got it safely).
Dawn’s digital scrapbooking business name is Createwings Designs (blog link) so I wanted to incorporate that. It took a couple false starts but then the muse whacked me with a 2×4 and I was off and running in that wonderful creative place. On the inside cover is the quote that inspired her name, a lyric from Melissa Ethridge that says “I believe we can fly on the wings that we create”, which is something that has inspired both of us.
I seem to have found the thing that makes my heart sing with these fabric journals I’m making. I’m going to make a couple to see if I can make them when they aren’t intended for a specific someone and put them for sale in my etsy shop. They pull together so many of my favorite things that it’s just a joy to create them.
Jan 31 – I left this one as it showed up on my camera. Sometimes the snow really freaks it out with all the white and it over-compensates. However, I liked the way I could tell Sadie by her markings and the vignette quality of the overall composition.
Jan 30 – a surprise picture. I was trying to take a picture of the snowflakes, not realizing I was being reflected. I like these surprises.
Jan 29 – Hobie says “DO NOT WANT”. He is wearing a harness in preparation for his vet visit for his yearly shots and wellness check (he’s 2 lbs chubby, but that’s his winter weight. In summer he slims out with his long days outside hunting and whatnot). I decided with him that I did not want a cat who would sit in a box and yowl the whole time we are at the vet. So I started just toting him in. His first visit he was small enough to climb into a kleenex box through the slit on top. (I warned the vet so they could take out the first layer of tissues – I’m guessing someone with a cat allergy would not like dander-infested tissue!) Now that he’s bigger and stronger, I use a harness. He does yowl when we first get in the car, but then he finds his comfy place on the backseat floorboards and calms down to the occasional mew. At the vet’s office, he hid in a cubby hole that exists in the corner of the room and once we got in the exam room he climbed into the sink. He’s a good kid overall and waited patiently in the car while I ran in to get some groceries.
Jan 28 – Hobie was not content with the fishing pole. Now, every time the dogs go outside, he positions himself in the middle of the floor, crouched down in readiness and yowling for the Red Dot of Doom. Here he demonstrates his advanced banking technique. I run him down the hall and back, bank the couch and down the hall again. A few twisty circles, more banking and then the dogs are back so we have to stop. Sadie has figured out what’s going on in her absence and if she comes in the entry and hears cat claws scrabbling on carpet she gets mad, scratches at the door and barks a number of times. Her usual “let me in” is a single bark and patience. Red Dot of Doom brings out her inner cat and she does not like being left out.
I tire of animals telling me what to do. Of course, I almost always do it, so they have trained me well.
