We woke up this morning to find that a male hooded Merganser duck and two females were visiting the pond. They're beautiful birds. You're probably expecting to see pictures of them, but you're not going to. Why? Because I went down to take pictures of them, and succeeded in chasing them away without getting a single good picture.
So you're going to see landscape pictures instead. I love how different the scenery looks when the light changes. It's overcast today, so everything is muted.
I really like that rust color that the dog fennel turns in the winter. That's the feathery plant around the pond. Someone told us it's called dog fennel, and we can't find anything to say differently so that's what we're calling it.
The pathway below is where the ducks like to hang out.
I like all the white feathers littering the ground. I'm trying to imagine what they're doing that causes the feathers to fly, since I've never seen them doing anything but sitting there. I have kind of a lurid imagination so at least I amuse myself thinking about it.
And yes, I know it's pathetic that I sit around thinking about it.
So there I was, sitting in my beautiful home in the suburbs, minding my own business, when my husband says, "The mortgage rates are coming down. Why don't we look around?"
Two months later, we had moved into a 6.5-acre farmette in the country, with two horses, three goats, three ducks, and two cats.
Now what do we do? Warning...major learning curve ahead....