I never got around to posting a Yarn Along post yesterday, sadly 😦 I blame the fact that I’ve really knit nothing worth posting about (five garter stitch ridges, woo hoo!), but also because it is always just plain old nuts around the Bodeker homestead & only seems to be getting more so with each passing day. Seriously, never a dull moment. Can you relate? I’ve included some snapshots of my immediate surroundings…
Hambone broth bubbling in the kitchen all morning. Because I need to grocery shop! This was an Easter ham…
Knitting waiting to be knit, I’m sure this knitting wants to break up with me & find a better knitting owner…and now it smells like hambone broth!
Random fossil soaking on my counter (kids!); chicken scrap bucket needed emptying yesterday.
Dishwasher’s been broke for almost a year…dishes never seem to be done…it’s like I own a bottomless sink…no, wait, I figured it out, I have four kids.
My kitchen counter. Piles and more piles. I need to do something about this. I also spy the remnants of iced coffee I probably finished 12 hours after making it & Hydrogen peroxide for the cat’s leg wound…maybe I should use it to cover some of these grey hairs sprouting all over my head.
Diaper laundry. The laundry is never done. How do people with more than four kids ever have clean clothes???? I feel like we are just barely making it on the clean clothes front.
Now I’ll explain the dead bird. I have a knack for spotting dead stuff on the road…no kidding! For example, I found a dead coyote a few months ago near our home on a random backroad (I was driving around aimlessly during naptime) & so so SO wanted Brian to pick it up for me (it was a coyote!). I love coyotes, I don’t care that they eat our chickens, which they do…we’ve obliterated/exterminated/pushed-out practically every other large predator in the Midwest, coyotes remain despite our needless war & “best” efforts…more power to these amazing creatures! Anyway, Brian said no. I also found a smashed (sad!) White-breasted Nuthatch three days ago…I tried to get Coralee to bring it back to our house, she refused…it was really bloody, I agree.
So, yesterday, I spotted an American Coot on our road, dead. WEIRD! We are at least a mile and a half from the nearest water source for waterfowl. There is a continuing flock of American Coots in said nearest water source, but why this coot wound up dead on our road is anyone’s guess. It has no obvious injuries, no blood, nothing. We took it to our local County Conservation office yesterday afternoon for them to taxidermy. Their Nature Center doesn’t have an American Coot yet in the displays so they were quite thrilled to receive our find. I hate seeing wildlife dead on the road, makes me sad, but it’s also a reliable source of food for vultures & other carrion-eating animals/birds. We filthy the Earth, they clean it up, unpaid, unappreciated, often run over themselves. Thank you, wildlife! American Coots are magnificent–really! I never realized this until seeing one up close. I honestly thought they were ugly & not worth my birding time…I feel poorly writing that now. Photos below prove my newly-found respect for the American Coot & I hope you agree. 🙂
American Coot in a shoe box, deceased.
You are absolutely looking at a future wildlife biologist in this photo…possibly a professional ornithologist…she’s so cool! I can’t believe she’s my kid, how did I get so lucky???? I am not this cool.
American Coot; these feet are insane! It’s like a dinosaur!
American Coot; I never realized how beautiful these tiny-noggin-ed, scrappy waterfowl were until now.
I’m telling ya, never a dull moment. In a good way!