My favorite time of year is spring, and the month of May. Every morning is a treat when I sit at the kitchen table and look out the window upon my world. The much needed rain this morning enhanced the fresh mowed grass and fragrant plum blossoms, with the Grand Trunk caboose in the background. I wish May would last longer than a month.
As I sat looking out the window this morning, after I checked on the critters and let the chickens out, I thought back on the year so far here at Nestle Inn Bed & Breakfast.
I had the wonderful opportunity to meet new guests, and make new friends. It is always a pleasure to talk with people about why they visit the little town of Beaverton, and to hear about their lives elsewhere. I can't think of a better business to travel where I don't even have to leave the house.
There were newborns this year at the Nestle Inn ranging from small and large. Day-old chicks were purchased in May to become laying pullets in September. With the new flock on it's way that meant that the "old ladies" could be used elsewhere, such as in soup. Rooster still has yet to gather his new ladies together like he should, but I'm sure he will.
Rocky, the other rooster, found a new home with his own flock of hens. Last I heard he was doing well.
There were baby bunnies, and more baby bunnies. The last two bunnies born were fathered by Gizmo, the Angora rabbit.
And then there is Sarah. Sadie gave birth to her little kid on September 25th. She has been a pleasure every single day. I wish I had half the energy she has.
And talk about energy! I'm watching the pullets in the yard scavenge for bugs and such. And it seems whenever they want to travel from one part of the yard to the next they are in such a hurry, running and flying; as if there isn't much time left to get to where they're going.
It's amazing how much I get to see and witness just sitting here looking out the window.
As I sit in the kitchen rocker drinking a cup of coffee and looking out the window I realize how much I have missed. And it's not even seven o'clock yet. The morning flights of hummingbirds have quickly dwindled the feeder of sugar water. I notice the woodpeckers have eliminated the suet. I mentally make a note to put out more of both. Rose Breasted Grosbeaks and Baltimore Orioles are in need of more grape jelly. (Another note). The House Finches, Chickadees, Red Wing Blackbirds, Morning Doves, and American Goldfinch are down to the last of the sunflower seeds. (And the list continues). The nests of Robins situated on perches at the front of the chicken house and one in the tool shed are full of babies waiting to eat as their parents search for food in the thick, dewy grass. The Swallows fly about and land on the posts near their nesting box at the corner of the goat yard. I look out to see where Glory and Apache are eating and a swan flys along the lagoon taking to the sky. Miss Kitty comes around the corner of the rabbitry to go inside; hopefully after catching a vole. Rooster and his Ladies are at the gate waiting for me to let them go in search of bugs throughout the yard and pastures. My list of things to do grows with each passing minute and I may be ready for a nap already, but I wouldn't trade this morning for anything.