Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Thursday, March 26, 2015
It is warm enough now for our Miss Peggy to visit the barn sometimes.
The babies in the brooder are getting big.
As are the lambs. The air this morning is simply seething with birds, enough Red-winged Blackbirds to awaken me from a sound sleep just before dawn. Grackles. Brown-headed Cowbirds. Their calls are ringing all around even now. And the barnyard was full of Robins when I walked over. Now if only they can get that weasel.