Corner Trees, Corner Kick, and Cornered Chicken

A pleasure to see the color even though everyone is saying Fall isn't as brilliant as some years due to extra dry (drought here) end-of-summer gasps.

There was rain last night that floats these leaves. Not enough wet to reverse the dryness. Yet, it brings a fresh, bluster with a temperature drop.

Marge says to wait on the leaf-raking until they are all down. In the meantime, they're blown all over the neighborhoods and forests and fields and great swirls of them flutter in voluminous wakes behind moving vehicles.

Aidan's summer soccer team won their championship...

Trophies in hand.

Alas, one of the elderly hens on the farm met her end. Wendy thinks now it was a hawk because of the reactions of the remaining chickens to a buzzard flying low. Sebastian was having a taste of the chicken when Wendy ran outside to investigate and Toby was rolling in the feathers so we are hoping they didn't have anything to do with it. She says those two have been known to hunt mice together.