Some sad news on the home front. Max developed a fixation on the chickens when he was a puppy, and we have been unable to break him of it. Recently a couple of the hens conceived a desire to hop the fence and visit the back forty, and we weren't alert enough one day last week. He got to three of them before we could stop him. One dead, one injured, one shaken up but okay. No, I'm not going to post a photo of the dead hen. She's buried in the island in the driveway next to another hen, with a Dusty Miller planted on the spot. The injured hen is still taking it easy, but she's eating and drinking on her own and even hopped out of the nesting box where she had been for three or four days. The one who got roughed up was back to normal within a day.
Loosing the occasional bird is part of raising hens, or any livestock, for that matter. Here's a shot of the "grave."
In biking news, the Saddlesore 1000 candidates have reduced their number by one. He had a chance to do a 750-mile day and decided that was enough. Their ringleader, Doug Bennett (hope I spelled your last name right), and I have had breakfast together several times at the 896 Diner, which we both like. The guys at work were impressed (or thought I was crazy (same thing)) that I rode the bike to work in the rain.
Mushrooms have been popping up all over. I really must get out into the woods to take a few pictures. Speaking of the woods, I gave a talk on invasive weeds to a NCCC crew last week. They're a bunch of kids who will spend the rest of the month in Iron Hill Park pulling and spraying Multiflora rose and poison ivy. They seem to be a good crew of hard-working young people.
I might have some other, exciting news in a week or so, but I'll try to post again before then.
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