Haiku: Bird’s Nest In The Grass

This morning, we found a small nest hidden in the tall grass near the fenceline. It was meticulously woven into a cup shape, and four speckled eggs lay in it. At first, we puzzled over why the nest would have been built so close to the ground, where predators could easily have found it; then, we realized that the parent birds may have thought it well-concealed because we had allowed the pasture to grow long in that area.

Unfortunately, recent mowing may have frightened the parents away. As much as we try to work in harmony with Nature, cutting the grass was necessary – one reason is tick control: keeping grass short can help manage ticks. We left the nest, undisturbed, in the hope that the parents might return.

This gives a better sense of scale – it’s nestled right into the tall grass

Update: mama bird has been seen back on the nest, which now has 5 eggs! We put a barrier of wire fencing around the nest (a few feet out) to try to provide protection from predators like cats.

Do you know what kind of bird this nest belongs to? I think it may be a sparrow’s nest.

Chick Tales: A Bad Leg And A New Friend

There once was a very small yellow chick that hatched with a leg that turned slightly out to the side. It didn’t know it was smaller or slower than the other chicks, or that it couldn’t run like everyone else. The chick just tried its best to live like all the other chicks, doing the same things, even if it couldn’t quite keep up. This is the story of that little chick…and an unexpected friendship.

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Haiku: Foggy Farm Morning

After some very weird weather – precipitous temperature drops, pounding rain, even snow yesterday – fog has arrived. It’s “thick as pea soup” fog, with little visibility. What lurks out there? Giant genetically-engineered insectile monsters, à la “The Mist”? Probably not, but it does engage the imagination!

Haiku: Willful Alliteration

I was outside recently and an odd iridescence on the concrete of the patio caught my eye. Investigating it further, I discovered that it was a slug trail – something arguably quotidian, yet striking. Sadly, the photo doesn’t quite capture the trail’s true brilliance in the sunlight, but I saw it. And marveled.