I've been waiting for it to get cold enough to light a fire in the fireplace...
and Sunday was that day. The warmth from the fire was just what we needed. Like my Daddy used to say, "just enough to knock the chill out of the air".
Not sure if it was the smoke coming from the chimney or the smell of a wood fire that brought Poppy down from his tree. It's deer season, again!
The new hens tell me they want to fit in and get along with the old hens, but the old hens are ill and hateful. They peck really hard too.
She is a sweetie pie and alone now and has the whole pond to herself. I want more ducks but Poppy says no! No more muscovy! He says once the muscovy ducks are gone, maybe mallards or wood ducks will nest around the pond and we will see baby wild ducks.
Caught him coming down the tree. Must have been the fire in the fireplace. :) Last week it was black powder, this week started regular gun season. Now until January 1st. I dread it!
Kind of strange to see him sitting in a tree just outside the front door. From this tree he can look out over the cut-over. What a shame the entire hundred acres of woods where Poppy hunted is now gone.