september

"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."- John Updike, September

Yesterday  we got a new rooster.   He was rescued from someone throwing him over a cliff, along with some hens.  He is a beautiful rooster with reds, golds, black, brown and blue. Sadly someone had pulled out his beautiful tail feathers.  He is safe now with lots of chicks to comfort him.   I will take some photos of him soon. I want to give him a few days to settle in.

                     
This is what my other rooster looks like, I sure hope the two boys will get along.