Poem: In Memory Of The Lost Girls

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.

On Celebrating The “Pigness Of The Pig”

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!

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Haiku: A Dewy Farm Morning

When the humidity is nearly 100%, we get morning views like this one. It’s the kind of morning where you feel wet, instantly, as soon as you step out of your air-conditioned car or home. As an added bonus, it’s been in the upper 80’s here, so it’s in the low 90’s with the heat index. Hot, muggy, and wet. And it’s not summer yet! 😬

On the flip side, the grass requires no supplemental watering (between storms and heavy dew) and the still air holds the honeysuckle’s perfume for appreciative noses.

Enjoy the day!

Update: The Nest In The Grass

Despite our fears that the tiny nest we’d discovered earlier, hidden in tall grass, was abandoned, this morning we found babies!

Mama (and Papa, it seems) have been attending to their new littles, sounding the alarm and trying to lure us away if we get too close. We did have to get close for a few minutes to securely enclose the tiny nest in wire fencing to deter cats and other predators. Interestingly, the chicks were completely silent, just opening their beaks wide when they sensed our presence (their eyes are still closed).

Working quickly, we affixed fencing on top of the fencing that already encircled it. The holes are large enough for Mama to easily fit through, but small enough to keep out larger animals, including curious paws. Once complete, we waited – at a distance – for Mama to return. And she did.

The nest is hidden right about there

We’ll be rooting for the littles and looking forward to the day when they fly from their nest!