"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Free Play at The Farm

We never know what in the gardens will entice. Sometimes it is the butterflies and bees. Sometimes it is a random rock or two, sometimes a flower, once in a while a smooth green snake will slither into the spotlight. 
     Last weekend, for the two little boys, it was blue latex gloves, for some reason.

When asked about the gloves, they said the garage was full of snakes and the gloves kept them from being bitten.  (Here they are, ringing the new large wind-chimes which hang by the Arizona post. The chimes are protected from the strong wind and add the perfect accompaniment to this garden. )
    After the snakes were freed from the garage, later in the day, everyone wanted to use the gloves as water balloons...for trees only, please. 
    We used to plan activities and have supplies ready all the time, but now that the kiddos are older and can be trusted in the open, we let them play and they discover things.  I happened upon these two boys with some chive leaves, dropping them gently in the top bowl of the three bowl fountain and watching them wind their way through the little water falls. So simple and wonderful, I didn't dare take a picture for fear it would interrupt.

     For Maggie and Zane the draw this time were the chickens, who are much, much bigger than they were at Easter.  The two little boys weren't happy inside the chicken enclosure, so their older sibs taught them about these particular chickens and held the chickens up, tummy foremost, to be petted through the wire.

 Here they had managed to get ten hens to roost on the pole at the same time. It amazes me how easily they can catch the speedy little hens.
      I asked him if the chickens had names. He said they were all girls so their names were all Mary. All of them that were brown and white, because he couldn't tell them apart. The little black ones weren't old enough to have their names yet. Very Native American in his thinking.
    In the picture below, Maggie was explaining about the wings, how they worked, and that way back at the back of the inside of the wing was the warmest spot on the chicken. Interesting observation.

     We did finally have to insist that the chickens needed their naps, since they were still young. We were afraid they might be loved to death by all the attention. 
    As a nice side note, when I went out to shut the chickens inside the house, after everyone had gone back to the city, I found that someone had already shooed them inside, latched the door and plugged in the light. Yes! It could have been a parent I suppose, but I'm thinking it was these two little chicken whisperers.

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