The past few days, since I've been feeling well enough to get up and go outside a bit, I've noticed an irritating noise that Herb has been complaining about for a week. It makes him quite grumpy! We thought it might be a problem with the electric installation--a constant whirring, almost like a distant, ululating burglar alarm--perhaps as a result of the tornado's devastation of the power grid. Before I called the electric company, I decided to check with my neighbor in case it was coming from their newly updated electric.
I say "just cicadas," but they are terribly irritating. They are not like the raspy, chirpy, musical cicadas we knew in France, which sang so loud you couldn't carry on a conversation in their vicinity. These are much more "low key," but make such a constant, regular drumming that they are all the more bothersome. Fortunately, they only appear every 13 years and only live for a few weeks, so I guess we'll just have to grin and bear it. Too bad, though, that they didn't come out a week earlier and get blown away by the tornado!
Once the horses disappeared through the gate, Siobhan headed that way to see where they'd gone. We opened Sara's electric gate, and while Herb blocked her from taking off in the wrong direction, she tamely followed me and my pan of feed. That's the way to Sara's heart!
Siobhan headed right up the hill after her horse buddies--and discovered she's got some new pasture-mates: Free-ranging Freedom Rangers! She was quite fascinated.
I don't know if she misses Wren or not, but she sure doesn't miss his attentions! She has her feathers back! And I'm sure glad we didn't have his frequent crowing adding to The Farm Symphony!
Ahhh . . . silence is golden!