The Other News from the Other New York

I could not wait for the Amish guy to leave. This horse did not like being tied to that tiny twig in a sloppy little knot and he spent the whole time he was here yanking back and forth and wringing the wagon around on the lawn, all frantic and scared. There wasn't a dry inch of hide on him and it wasn't raining. I was scared to death he would tug that knot out or pull up the little Box Elder tree and run down on the highway

We are all inundated by news these days, buried in it, smothered by it. With the rising of social media....like this in fact....we are bombarded day and night, if we don't shut the darned thing off and get out and do...until it can wreck our mood, gloom up our lives, and make us feel all helpless and sad.

The big Amaryllis bloomed. So did the Elephant Ear with TWO flowers this year
Hope I can get seeds again! We pollinate the Amaryllis too, and this is one Alan and I grew from seed

But that isn't why I didn't post much this week. That was more the cold, dismal, dragging-on-forever rain that fell all week. Every day I told myself....aloud....that with this rain we won't get fires. You  don't hear of them here in NY all that often, but my dad fought fires in the Adirondacks...big ones....either before I was born or when I was a baby....and there was that biggie at Sam's Point Ridge not long ago. And there are plenty of places that would give a lot for a week of rain. Still it doesn't exactly make me do caprioles and tap the keyboard like a dervish when we have to slog along in a soggy, slippery, mucky, muddy mess every time we go outdoors. I only walked purposefully one day all week.

Chick transport when you can't find the chickie box. There are SEVEN chicks in that pocket!

However, news was happening here just the same. First of the year Yellow Warblers, Rose-breasted Grosbeaks, Savannah Sparrows and Warbling Vireos.

FOY Savannah Sparrow

An Amishman showing up wanting to buy our old barn. Or not as the case may be. We didn't want to sell it anyhow, but the boss was polite and let him take a peek through the windows. He was afraid of the dog...

Not a happy fellow

Chicks hatched and then little turkeys, which are peeping now in the dining room. Imagine that? Little chickies in the dining room. Peggy loves them!

And there you have it, a different set of news stories from the endless politics and gloom and doom. We had plenty of gloom, but it was only weather

Sunny, the horse, watching deer up on the heifer hill. You can often find the wild things by watching the tame ones. If I see Sunny, or the pup, or the ponies, looking off into the distance, I always try to see what they do.

And the deer....looking back at Sunny....
or maybe at me, sneaking out of the house with the camera