What a delightful surprise to find that the gorgeous Northern Mockingbird eggs had hatched – and from the looks of it, a couple of days ago!
The babies are already feathered, and will soon fledge.
We’ve been privileged to witness two different songbirds’ nestlings hatch, and it’s been such a rare pleasure. Mama Mockingbird has done a great job hatching and raising her brood – may they all grow up and raise their own babies someday!
It seems like just yesterday
That you were here –
Because it was.
And, yet, today
There is a hole in the universe
Where you used to be.
I know I won’t see you
Or hear your soft voice now
And my world is darker.
But I won’t be mired in sadness
Because you live on –
I am reminded daily.
Today, it was the vibrant blue
Of the chicory plant
You loved so much.
The flowers had opened
To the sun, and closed
When you departed.
They greeted me today
And I heard your voice, a whisper,
Or was it leaves stirring?
I rewind to better times
When you were in dappled sunshine,
Surrounded by sisters.
Goodbye, chicory flower,
Goodbye for now –
But I’ll see you again.
Remember finding images in the clouds when you were a kid? Maybe you, like me, still do it as an adult.
What do you see in this image? The dragon? Perhaps a crocodile? Don’t forget to look up, and let your imagination take flight. 🐉
The black raspberries growing wild along the fence are ripening…and they’re delicious! As I was picking berries, I startled a Northern Mockingbird out of a tangle of brush at the top of the fence and realized that she was sitting on a nest.
Continue reading “Around The Farm: Another Hidden Nest”
It’s been rainy lately, which means the ground is muddy…which is how pigs prefer it. And they don’t want stinky, feces-filled mud – they like “clean” dirt (oxymoron?) that’s been carefully mixed with water into a perfectly-pastelike consistency. The mud also helps keep them cool, and protects their skin from the ample biting insects out here. All hail mud!
Continue reading “On Celebrating The “Pigness Of The Pig””
Our all-girl gaggle of Pilgrim goslings is just over three weeks old and my, they have grown. And they’re mowers/weedeaters par excellence!
Continue reading “Farm Fowl: Gregarious Grazing Goslings”