Tag Archives: Hawkeye

friday the 13th

Well, it seems to be Friday the 13th in animal-land today. To start with the positive, I visited White Tail twice since dawn this morning. I took her out of the cat kennel (!?) mid-morning. She seemed quite content to … Continue reading

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hawkeye, rip; white tail, inj.

Yes, it’s me. The author of the White Pine Farm blog that has been silent for something like three months. Work has been crazy. Travel has been crazy. Life has been, alas, crazy. Sigh. I’ve written a number of posts … Continue reading

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stinker

Apparently I should have entitled the last entry, “Hawkeye and the cherries” (<–note the plural there).  Ron was in the garden today and saw her nab another one out of the corner of his eye. Stinker! She pulls this “our … Continue reading

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hawkeye and the cherry

You may have been wondering about this one in yesterday’s list. Our smaller cherry tree is starting to fruit.  Well, not only that.  Fruit–and ripen!  I actually snitched three tiny cherries over the weekend.  They weren’t quite ripe–but they weren’t … Continue reading

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the birds and the bees (and the chickens)

We thought Beaker was the first to lay, but now we think Hawkeye actually had her beat.  We saw several brown eggs in the coop a week or ten days before Beaker started laying, but assumed that it was one … Continue reading

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the great escape

Beaker and Hawkeye were running around the garden yesterday morning. No, they are not supposed to be in the garden–yet.  We’ll let the chickens into the garden once we’ve finished harvesting the remaining vegetables, but that’s still a few weeks … Continue reading

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finding his voice

It’s pretty clear now that Scruffy is a rooster.  He’s been playing with his morning crow yesterday and this morning. Yesterday was a pitiful little squawk.  This morning he managed to crow “cockle… cockle doodle…”–and then he petered out.  We … Continue reading

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