The soft, fluffy down of a baby chick.
This little girl has gumption!
Her mama abandoned her nest just days before the egg was due to hatch. The egg was cold; we didn’t know if was still viable. But we took the chance and cobbled together an incubator out of a styrofoam cooler and a light bulb (Thanks again Internet).
Right on schedule we heard chirping! But a day later, nothing more than a wee hole in the egg. She seemed to be struggling, so we peeled back the shell and helped her out. Back in into the incubator she went, to stay warm and dry off.
After a day or so, we tried to introduce her to her mama. Maybe there was still some maternal instinct left? Nope. The hen pecked the chick till she bled.
We rescued her again.
Now she is in a brooder in our laundry room chirping her little head off. My husband says she tweets more than Donald Trump.
We might call her Twitter.
Caught with her head deep in a vase of peonies (on the dining room table!!!), Pippa seeks to satisfy her thirst. Never mind that a fresh bowl of water is provided for her daily beside her food bowl – where’s the sport in THAT?!
WPC – satisfaction
On my most recent visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I kept a promise with myself and made my way to the roof-top for a glass of wine while overlooking Central Park and the Manhattan skyline. A pretty spectacular and indulgent treat, I thought. (Especially as I was alone and the wine was not inexpensive)
To my absolute surprise and delight, I found here this extraordinary installation by Argentinian artist Adrian Villar Rojas – The Theatre of Disappearance.
In this exhibit, the artist used the Museum itself as as inspiration. Each piece represents replicas of nearly 100 objects from The Met collection.
Each object is a fusion (or collage) of various, otherwise unconnected pieces from the collection, drawing from thousands of years of artistic production over several continents and cultures.
It’s is all rendered in the same black or white material and coated in a layer of dust.
It was equally eerie and mesmerizing. Simply breathtaking set against that magnificent backdrop.
I was happy to slow down and admire, taking it all in while juggling my wine glass with my camera.
If you are in NYC, the show runs until October 29, 2017 at The Met Fifth Avenue. I recommend it!
If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends. Orson Welles
All fall in!
Lined up and ready for dinner!!!
This lot arrived compliments of our generous neighbour… who just happens to be a lobster fisherman. A happy surprise phone call on a Sunday morning!
They were deliciously fresh, of course. But. Still. I can help but wonder just how hungry must the first person to eat a lobster have been …. (it’s a perennial question for me.). There’s a lot of amour on those “sea bugs”.
WPC – Order
A couple of moments of peaceful reflection in the middle of London – the self-proclaimed “capital city of the world”.
A swan and some clouds in Hyde Park, London.
The view from the bridge in St. James Park.
WPC – reflections
Delayed flight endured.
Bland breakfast served after sleepless night.
Long walk from plane to customs completed.
Rewarded by the English countryside in springtime. I wonder where this road will take us……