Random pix

A neighborhood game of kick-the-can / capture-the-flag on a windy day. Here all the kids are deciding the rules.

Lydia lays claim to Younger Daughter's bed.

Younger Daughter (right) and her friend Miss Calamity (left) out for a spin...

...and enjoying a quiet moment by a campfire.

I chuckled over Miss Calamity's fashion statement: camo pants, cowboy boots.

Chickens in a shaft of sunlight:

Neighbors planting their garden. Yes, we're still trying to get gardens in and hoping they'll have time to mature before the first frost hits.

A couple of bumper sticks that caught my eye:

Interesting cloud formation:

Our young pear tree has some baby pears growing:

Little house on the prairie:

My strawberries are looking good.

There are even a few blossoms, though I'm pinching these off to let the plants put their energy into growth this year.

Our neighbor's cat had kittens. Precious! In these shots they're only a few hours old.

Their ducks are also getting big.

A foggy morning with sunbeams...

...which resulted in a rare fog rainbow.

Busy hens.

Our wheat field.

The wheat is starting to head.

Some pretty sunsets over the last week or two.

Pretty pix

Here are some random photos that have been accumulating over the last few days.

Sometimes, when conditions are just right, we get fog rainbows.  The morning fog must be burning off just when the sun is at a certain angle.  I never saw a fog rainbow before moving to Idaho, but we've seen them several times here.

Sun shining through the Virginia creeper leaves.  The fog is the remnant of the fog which formed the rainbow above.

And the last of the fog burns off...

After last week's adventures in pelicans, I noticed a bunch of Canadian geese were using the same reed island.  Must be a popular place!

More field burning.  Looks alarming but it's under control.

The newly-planted wheat field in the setting sun.

Younger Daughter and her friend Miss Calamity having a snack on top the hay bales.

We heard a huge commotion yesterday morning and learned that one of the chickens got into the yard with the dogs.  She made it out but lost a lot of feathers!

When I picked her up (she was huddled behind a pile of boards), she screamed and screamed and screamed.  I thought she'd broken a leg or something, but no - she was just scared.  After a couple of hours she was fine.

Some giganto-mushrooms we found growing in the corral.  Anyone know what type they are?

Here's my visor next to them for a size comparison.

Rotten.  Spoiled rotten.  That's what she is.