Fall: the local tree, the local rooster

Fall in Georgia is not as vibrant as it is in Maine, where I had been living for a long time. The leaves do not get as bright, though they are pretty. The upside is that fall lasts a lot longer than just the few weeks it does in Maine. I can enjoy the change of the season in all its glory: the cooling temperatures, the clearing skies with bright starlight, and the leaves changing. Here is a tree whose leaves have fully changed but is aided in brightness by a setting bright sun:

The local rooster. I love hearing rooster's dawn cackle. He lives next door, but "next door" is far because each property owner on the street owns a lot of land. I always try to spot him as I come to the stop sign, but when he is out on the lawn he is always so far away for a good photo. I think he is pretty, that's why I want to see him closer up. He has deep hues and is a kind of a majestic walker of his domain.

Today is a bright, pretty day. I plan to head to the library for a new slew of books, the grocery store, and then home. I want to write a lot today, and finish the details of a Christmas program I am part of. A friend gave me some jalapeno peppers from her garden and I play to use them in a veggie chili. Then tonight, read. I don't know how I keep up with my hectic life.

What a chicken!

When I moved to Madison County GA a few years ago, I learned how very VERY important chickens are to, well, everything. Madison County is a big chicken producer. Chicken houses and chicken processing plants employ a lot of people. Being rural there are a great may homeowners who have a chicken or two for eggs wandering around the yard. It is de rigeur to have a chicken, see a chicken, and eat chicken. (and eggs). I enjoy taking photographs of moving targets, and animals are especially fun. I enjoyed trying to find the more beautiful and pleasant aspects of the noble chicken. Are there hidden depths to a chicken? There might well be. I have never gotten close enough, long enough, to find out.

A clucky friend brought to a local VBS show and tell a few years ago

Chicken Alley, the place in the car-less days they used to being the chickens and the eggs to sell on Saturday mornings

A wandering chicken scrabbling around the old general store at Gholston Stand

Life inside a chicken house. He looks kinda fierce doesn't he?

Life inside a chicken house. The Chicken Master.

Life inside a chicken house. It's not the exit to the gift shop, that's for sure...

Life inside a chicken house. I liked the red on red.

What mailbox yard art installation would be complete without a couple of plastic roosters?