As you know from my previous post, I chickened out and left the city so I didn't have to listen to fireworks for 3 solid days. Fireworks are illegal in Chicago, just as guns used to be, not that it means anyone during the bans stopped using them illegally and constantly.
I was invited to visit my good friend, poet and published author Katie Andraski. Katie is a retired professor and is married and has lots of animals around on their small farm in Northwest Illinois.
The chickens had to check out the new ride in the yard.
This horse is known in it's country of origin as the "Norwegian Tractor". A Fjord horse they have been used for farming for generations. They just get spoiled and go for rides with the carriage here now though.
One of the chickens and I had a showdown. I thought the bird was going to chase me but then it noticed the red hair and backed down. Smart bird - I have a frying pan.
This is an old corn crib. It's not in use as the surrounding land is farmed by others, but it's a neat structure.
So it was REALLY quiet, just the birds in the trees for noise.
My cozy room upstairs. The old house hs been totally restored and has central a.c. so I was quite comfy.
The view out my window.
One of two rescue cats in the house.
OK, I had to do some "artsy fartsy" photos.
Built Fjord Tough!
The Chicken House
Lots of shade to keep cool in the evening.
I wish we had traffic jams like this in Chicago.
A view from the Porch.
A porch swing and some Peach Iced tea, a nice way to spend the afternoon.
Birdie - one of two Aussie shepherds in the house.
And his little sister who was a rescue dog.
Time for the small town parade. The anthem was sung.
The Veterans were honored.
I didn't get photos due to taking cover in the hot sun for a few minutes but there were also floats from local churches and even the local gun store. NOT something you'd see in a parade in the city.
There were a ton of fire trucks old and new!
The high school band!
Cool 66 Mustang (I think) with a grandmother who was "citizen of the year".
The parade Queen and her court. Grandpa was a Lion and was Secretary of his Branch for many years.
I loved the Shriner jets!
They were racing them around as well cherographed as the Blue Angels!
For my friend Andrea - a little young Boxer.
The next door neighbor's farm.
And the view from the backyard.
God is good, and America is our home, for which I am glad. I'm' always happy to be home but it was a very enjoyable, restorative trip.