Happy Hockey Day in Canada 2012!

"Sleeping Beauty" doing some winter foraging.

Can't you just picture the dialogue?  Puck and Lily come to an agreement every morning.

Puck, awesome weather this week.

Making a fast buck

Sampson, returned to us in January, he was a little bit late, I had hoped to have him here in late November or early December.  This is a bit late for breeding, this is last minute.

This time he is all grown up and smells disgusting.  In case you didn't know, bucks or unneutered male goats smell like, well they smell like NOTHING else.  BLECH.  GAG.  Anyway, with a scarf pulled up around my nose and mouth, Sampson is a very nice boy.  He fits right in with the girls, they really do enjoy his company.  And now I am seeing forensic evidence in the goat barn that make me hopeful.  But I am not seeing much of the gross, and frankly weird, buck foreplay.  You know, like tongue flapping, pawing or blubbering.  Let's not forget everybody's favourite, spraying pee on their own faces.  *shudder*

After my disappointment last year, shall I dare to be this hopeful?

Good morning Sampson.  The kids love his new big boy unibrow.

Moving a whale skull, box contains the lower jaw.

Rigging at a museum. Guest photographer - Matt

Lily, she loves it when I bring the camera into the goat yard.

My chickens make it so hard to stay humble!

Snowhenge.  I wish I had taken a picture of this before the balmy temperatures claimed it.

Good morning.

Vulture, a young pullet, hatched last fall, formerly known as Sweet Baby Jesus.

Buff Chantecler, a Canadian chicken breed.

Little Orphan Miss T, I'm playing with my zoom lens from my bedroom window.

Frosty

The tall grass by the stream.

Do you need help with the flashlight?  I'm fixing the dishwasher, but Puck keeps guard waiting for the flashlight to come on.

Hanna: "Chickens have footprints?"

One of my goals is to take better plane spotting photos of the military planes flying low over my house.  Note to self, do not bother trying when it is snowing out.