|Come, walk with me|
The corn lilies we weeded out of a friend's garden and tossed down along the driveway in hopes they might grow are thick and green and thriving.
|Up in the Heifer Pasture|
Commotion up in the horse yard. Killdeers going crazy. I walked up in case a varmint was pestering them. The male was swirling up and down in Sunny's yard. Then the female came by carting a neatly cut-off egg shell in her beak. She dropped it and went back to the nest.
|Watch out for the Widow Makers|
Hatching I'll bet.
Much twittering in the chimney at frequent intervals. Sounds like hatching there too.
|Watching me, watching you|
Baby Tufted Titmice begging frantically on the feeder.
Asparagus Stonehenge up in the yard. Another day, another dinner.
We all swim in our own river, just like the fish in the Mohawk. However, our river is a river of air, flowing through the trees, around the rocks and across our faces. Today it is straight out of Canada, cold but as sweet as spring water and good to breathe. You can almost see its outlines; it is so darned vigorous.
The gentleman in the video below was following me from tree to tree and singing up a storm....maybe he was conjuring up that wind...I don't know....sorry about the shakiness....