Dateline: Cattaraugus County, western New York
The lane is in full summer mode and makes for a good workout when it's not pouring with rain. We are getting a little tired of the thunderstorms and the mud. But there are compensations when the view from the lane in morning looks like this....
And the misty forest is full of the drumming of rival woodpeckers
But from beyond the stream, swollen by rain, way behind the trees and out of sight, comes an odder noise. I've noticed it over the past couple of weeks and it definitely sounds like... chickens. At first I thought it might be the geese chuntering away on the pond but it no, it was fairly umistakeably clucking chickens. Do they have wild ones here like the wild turkeys? First I've heard of it. But the other morning I got proof. "Cock a Doodle Doo!" sounded piercingly across the valley. Several times. It seems an odd place to keep chickens, far away from any house and too close to a selection of hungry potential customers but they must have a reason.
Another mystery - how wild flowers can arrange themselves so prettily against the road barrier.
And turn it into
And the flowers on the banks
Doing their bit too.
And yet another mystery. How Queen Anne's lace
Always manages to come up with
Ouch. You can't keep a good fairytale down.