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Gale Winds and Breezes:
I woke up sad this morning, thinking Luchia had left. I lost Carlos last week on an afternoon when we had gone into town to get supplies. He is in full feather and quit gorgeous. On the way home we had observed a car that seemed to be parked quit close to my property but as we drove up it drove away. A Thief? I didn't notice Carlos was gone till evening when I fed and he was clearly absent. I have signs up and flyers at the feed store. There was no sign of struggle, no feathers on the ground, he could have wandered off but never has before. Carlos walked with a limp and his train was at least two feet long. He did not fly due to the weight of his train and there could be no fast get away. Walking was even burdensome for him and if a coyote had gotten him, as sugested by the feed store guy, there is little chance the coyote could have gotten away without tearing off feathers. I'm opting for a thief, a jewel of a bird seen as an easy snatch.
Luchia has been sad for her companion. Carlos is the peacock and Luchia the peahen, in case you are a new reader. I have gone after her several times as she goes off toward a faint peacock call in the morning. I recognize it as a distant neighbor who has peacocks. Yesterday was windy, very windy, like gale winds and I stayed in most of the day. At sunset I went out to feed and there was no Luchia and her place on the garage roof was empty. This morning I had an empty feeling inside, thinking my beautiful birds to be gone, when Luchia walked past my window. I thanked her for coming home. She has been wandering into the garage and watching the chicks and into the hen house looking at the eggs in the nest. Maybe she is about to set on her own nest, that would be exciting.
I had my morning coffee on the front porch after feeding. It's breezy but warm. As I gazed out across the field this cute little cotton tail rabbit, a baby, came out from behind the garage, heading for the feed. I saw the pink ears two mornings ago and assumed it would be a jack rabbit. I have never seen a cotton tail on this side of the valley. I am especially fond of cotton tails so I am just amazed that I have a baby living here behind my garage. I can't help but wonder if the grandsons didn't catch it in the mountains and turn it loose before they left. Last year they caught a baby cotton tail in the mountains, they are abundant there.
Spring is here, I'm watching my trees leaf out. So wonderful to see the trees made it through winter. Only one casualty and that is a palo verde, too much rain I guess. I'm contemplating my tree purchase this Spring. What kind of trees shall I get? And where will I plant them?
There is an ad in the Dollar Saver about a goat with milk and one that is soon to give birth. I'm contemplating making a trade for my goat for one now milking. Another chore to take care of but I have wanted goats milk for cheese, so today I will call and perhaps go there to see about it. Spring is full of new life and gorgeous flowers, breezes and gale winds. Adjusting seasons.
