It was a cold frosty morning when the sun was just starting to peak over the hill. When the sun hit the roof of the barn, it sounded like a torrential downpour inside:
I still have to smile when I see a sheep’s bedding down spot in the frosty grass and can tell which way the sheep was facing:
In the first photo there is a brown speck in the middle of the field. It is our plastic owl meant to scare raptors away from our chickens. It is regularly knocked over by our goats. But when I went to recover him I made a horrifying discovery:
He is missing one of his eyeballs. He is not quite as scary anymore. I searched the grass around him and could not find it. Then when I was heading from the barn back toward the house I made another scary discovery:
The tree face (given to me by my aunt) is missing his eyeball too. I looked around the tree trunk and could not find his eye either. Just a coincidence or an omen?
whew! glad they were only ornamental eyeballs! But yeah, those fake owls aren’t nearly as intimidating without their intense gaze
It is good they were only plastic ones, not real. But now I have a one eyed tree and owl.
A coincidence? I think, not!
Sometimes you gotta wonder what goes on ‘out there’ when these sort of things happen!
Crows? That would be my first thought.
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