That was taken on Tuesday, when it was warmer. Today it's Friday, and it's cold.
It's 40 degrees fahrenheit for the high.
The kids think that's too cold to be outdoors. I think, posh, Northern kids would call that Spring, and kick them out anyway.
The kids do look sort of miserable, so I have pity on them and let them back in again. Maybe it is a bit cool for Florida babies who are 90% of the time barefoot, don't own a jacket warmer than a windbreaker and can never find 2 gloves, if we even have 2 gloves around here. Do gardening gloves count?
I wonder if the seagulls are okay.
My man, who was born and raised in Chicago, thinks it's silly to worry about the birds. I, who was born and raised much more South of Chicago, think birds don't look very fat, so they must be very cold indeed.
I worry that my chickens will freeze to death when it dips below 32F, like tonight, which will be 29. He says, "Lori. There are chickens in Illinois, too, you know."
Still. I'm sure I'll get up at least once or twice to check.
I should have waited until the official First Day of Summer (Friday, right?), but when I get a whim, I get a whim, so I switched my banner out tonight and turned the fonts as close to periwinkle blue ~ Florida sky blue ~ as I can get them. "Summery" is the word I think of when I see our Little Gal peeking over a railing at her Daddy's softball game recently.
And "Summery" is how I felt today, when, for the first time since my ankle injury, I was able to walk down our backyard hill to see my chickens (one of whom surprised us with a chick trailing behind her!) and my garden, full of zinnias that make me smile and rambling vines like yellow squash, watermelon and zucchini.
Here in the Deep South our weather shines best from October to May, but there isn't much to complain about the (hot, humid) Summer days, if you stop to pay attention to what's good.
So why can't we celebrate Summer a few days early?
Flickr is a strange place. After uploading a photo there, you never know if it will be seen by anyone, or if it will wander around cyberspace, from person computer to computer until it gets a bunch of hits (ie. someone looking) and then you really start to wonder: who is looking at my chicken?
This one of our Ameraucana hen has me flabbergasted. It went from around 85 views to 503 views within the past week or so.
The thing that bugs me most is that I could have taken such a better shot of her, had I known there was so much interest! It's not even her prettiest angle and she looks a bit frumpy, don't you think?
My #1? This one of some softies I made and brought to the local beach. It's had 866 views, but that's understandable, since they came with a tutorial and were in a couple of softie photo pools:
And at #3 (418 views), passed recently by the frumpy chicken, above, is this one, which I myself adore, too (the bird, I adore, that's what I meant).
This bird is not frumpy. Plump, maybe. But not frumpy. And I think this must be his (her?) good angle:
The next time you look at someone's photos, you just might leave them perplexed!
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