The state road was blocked by a line of protesters the other day when we were heading up to Fort Plain. I couldn't believe my eyes, thinking closing roads and stopping traffic was pretty much an urban issue. None of them were carrying placards, although they all wore masks so we couldn't tell who they were.
Thankfully even protests out here in the country are pretty peaceful. They moved out of the road for us after a bit.
Not our hay crew, but everyone else is hurrying to make the most of the weather as well |
The hay crew has been hopping...and getting stung by assorted nefarious flying insects over the weekend. A yellow jacket nailed Liz on her back and caused much havoc and the boss disturbed some ground bees that he couldn't see with the hay equipment. When he stopped to feel the windrow for dryness he got stung about twenty times. Ouch! They work hard and I salute them from the kitchen where I watch Peg and handle phone calls...
Green Herons |
"Could you send Liz up with some Gatorade? Cold?"
"What's the weather for tomorrow?"
Liz has a new job, working on a farm where they have sheep and border collies. She is loving it.
Oh, and Dad gave me his treadmill for my birthday. We finally got it home the other day and we are having fun with it. Even Peg has fun on it. Who knew?
Meanwhile, migration has begun. Can you believe it? We saw an Upland Sandpiper today, which I suspect is passing through. Pretty cool. Families of assorted swallows are starting to line up on the power wires and we are beginning to see a few ducks again. On one hand I love having new birds to count. On the other hand......you know what migrations means, right?
My favorite Belted Kingfisher shot so far |