N is for Newborn

 I was going to clear this grass out for neatness but discovered that one of my hens had found a use for the grass.  She has been sitting in her nest for a couple of weeks now, so I am soon expecting a new brood of small chickens.

Her sister has managed to hatch seven of her eggs.  This hen kept her secret till she turn up one night inside the pen.  She knew there were holes in the fence and underneath the pen door that enabled small chickens access to the inside.  

The hint was taken and the holes have been blocked, her trouble is new arrivals, the small bantam mums are not happy when I nab another mum and place them in the pen.

In the paddock next door there are new arrivals too.  This new born lamb enjoying early spring sunshine.

Nature has a way of knowing that the seasons have turned from the chill of winter, though that seems to be leaving slowly this year, and gets on with the renewal of life.

Lilting Piquant

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali

the excuse was simple

the night provided the color

lyric blue moons excite and ripple

dance sensuous saunter with no other

than the artist

her tresses bound

by hair gel applied and kissed

together they pound

oblivious to peering vacationists

sitting silent on wooden seats

exterior, spaced by a table

set with rich spicy meats

wishing they were able

to join the lilting

alliteration in dance

their efforts unflattering

best left a silhouette trance.

Disccusion

Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch

"Oh I don't know, I'm sure the clothes are okay."

"But white!"

"And a shift."

"It was the last one on the rack."

"You're brave to wear a number like that."

"I'd have to be gassed, to wear gear like that."

"I didn't want to go bare."

"Just touch the fabric, so smooth."

"Be careful!   You've left evidence of your caress!"

"We can't talk about this anymore."

"We need to refresh ourselves, and quick."

"The football final starts in nine minutes."