Monday, June 22, 2009

Postcards (and chickens)



Mom's still here, eating ice cream just now and watching something on TCM, so I am sneaking in some computer time.

We have been back and forth to Gloucester, Mass., visiting Mom's identical twin sister and her husband at their Fisherman's Cottage smack dab on a rocky cove on a hidden corner of Cape Ann. It was worth three nights on a fold out sofa.

This morning I snuck out of the house early for a walk on Jay Peak with Maisy.

In case your own relatives or co-workers haven't buttonholed you lately to force you to look at their vacation pictures and you've been hankering for that experience, here are a couple little postcards of our recent travels.


Shackleton went lobstering... That's my aunt in the background keeping my uncle's boat from floating away.

This is their front yard; a tame, wee bit of the Atlantic


The Understudy conquered the seawall


It's all like a postcard there when the sun shines, which it did for about 10 minutes.


This Morning in Vermont: A Bad Day for Skiing but Not Too Bad for Walking with the Dog






I have photographed this tree before, on the flanks of Jay Peak. How did it get that way?

Chicken News

Oh, and we got chickens to raise here at home last week. We moved them off the porch last night and into Whusbuand's "chicken tractor." (A coop on wheels). I'll keep you posted. Maisy is tormented by the sight of them, so close and yet so far behind the chicken wire.

5 comments:

deborah said...

ah, chickens. we can in this little town, have some barnyard animals - they prefer you don't raise pigs in town....
tempting to have some fowl in a coop - our bird dogs and the excellent hunter cats would be most appreciative too...
like the coop on wheels. at least you can move the poop location.

June said...

Our baby chicks are trying out the tractor. The hens are still looking askance at them (and making new feathers fly if we let them get too close). So we need two tractors.

Beautiful shots of New England! If only the sun would shine on the poor old place.

Madame DeFarge said...

Oh, now I'm so envious of you (and your mother - eating ice-cream, huh)

It all looks lovely. Just perfect.

I shall look forward to the chicken posts.

Btw, how's the 'proper' writing going?

uphilldowndale said...

Love the perspective of small girl V big rock!

KSV Woolfoot said...

Hi Deborah- We actually live on a farm and though it is within village limits it would be pretty outrageous if they tried to stop us having chickens. So far they haven't made a peep. Well, OK, they do peep, but not loud.

Hi June - Always nice to have a new commenter. The chicks are moving into adoloescence. Funny how gawky and awful that makes them. So far so good with the chicken tractor. Since we have no mature chickens we have not had a problem with competition.

Madame D. - Mom is gone now (which is why I am back around here). The visit was fine. Your question about "proper writing" is a good one and thanks for asking. I read an article in the New Yorker last week about creative writing programs written by Louis Menand - it includes this line:

"The workshop is a process, an unscripted performance space, a regime for forcing people to do two things that are fundamentally contrary to human nature: actually write stuff (as opposed to planning to write stuff very, very soon)[...]"

Oh dear. Still lots of (mental) planning.

Mrs. Uhdd. Any nice comment from you about one of my poor pictures goes straight to my head. It's like winning a prize.