Beautiful flower. I’ve only managed to grow one that big. The rest ended up smaller or were eaten as seedlings. Sunflower sprouts are apparently gourmet eats for bunnies.
I started with 25 plants, quickly whittled down to 18 by bunnies. A few more damaged by squirrels and storms so now I have about 7 left. Of these, only three are kinda large.
Mr. Blue Jay is back and this time posed for a pic. I believe that this pretty boy is a blue jay (no doubt about it) and I know he likes peanuts. He will squawk loudly from the porch rail, scolding me when the peanuts are gone!
A Woman faces river to save two dogs in Teresópolis, Brazil. It happened last Saturday. Animals were “stranded” on one side of the river. The rescue was registered by those who passed by the river.
A Young Man takes off his shirt to warm up a dog that shivered at the Jabaquara Bus Station, in São Paulo. The puppy was helped on Saturday, 08/22, when the lowest temperature of the year was recorded in the city of São Paulo in 2020.
The newest chicks graduated to full daylight this week. Nine of them are Guinea Fowl, an odd bird that are turning out to be pretty damn awesome little not-a-chickens. (Perhaps I’ll name them all Janet.)
I did know this, but haven’t yet integrated the word into my personal reality.
Also, everything you may have read about how loud they are is accurate. You have no idea how many times I ran to the coop these past few weeks, certain that someone was being ripped apart. Now I can see that they stand around using what sounds like a horrifying distress call as some sort of small talk.
So, when the first European settlers came to North America, they discovered this new, and relatively large, forest fowl with a bare head and distinctive wattle and tail, and they referred to it by the only similar old-world bird they knew. But at the time, that bird was imported into Europe from Turkey, so it was called a Turkey Fowl. After stupidly calling the American bird the same thing, even though it was obviously different, and moving on (c.f. American Robin, etc.) the Europeans eventually learned about “Africa” and the actual origin of the bird in Guinea, and the changed the name. But over here the Turkey stuck.
It’s sort of unfortunate, as it’s a shit name for a bird. I’m certain there’s at least one native name that’s much more fun to say.
I had no idea about the name and have only been learning about their traits and tendencies. To be honest, I only realized recently that they weren’t just another varietal of poultry.
Which is a bit problematic, as that’s the word I train all the birds on; morning and afternoon, when I’m throwing out scratch with either blueberries or dried mealworms, I call out “POULTRY!” as loud as I can and it sort of rings through the psuedovalley when I do it at full projection. And yes, it brings them all to the yard.
I put the phone on the ground just inside the chicks’ (and keets’!) yard during morning feeding yesterday. There’s a bunch of cute in this clip, but you’d be forgiven for skipping to about the halfway point where the cute density really spikes.
Also, there may be some slightly adult language muttered off-camera at one point. And more than one totally inane thing said, but you try being cheerful to a few dozen dinosaurs when you’ve only been up twenty minutes without ever sounding like an idiot. Can’t be done, I tell ya!