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Singing at 2 a.m…who does that? The mockingbird, of course. I suspect we have a healthy population of them here, based on the nests I’ve come across over the years and the sheer numbers of them I’ve seen at the feeders. Clever creatures, they are. And, when the stillness of night (or the predawn wee hours) reigns, they’re loud.
While I appreciate the mockingbird’s enthusiasm, I do wish it would stick to singing during daylight hours..! 😄
Among the growing grass littered with tiny flowers, where it’s quiet and dewy, violence occurred. All that was left as testament to the life of a rabbit was bits of velvety brown fur; of a songbird, bright yellow feathers, strewn upon the ground.
Continue reading “Haiku: Evidence Of Endings”
After a spell of strangely mild weather, it’s taken a turn for the worse. Personally, I intensely dislike temperature swings like this because it’s tough on both farmers and their animals…but it does have some redeeming qualities, like the brilliant hoarfrost.
Continue reading “Eye Candy: Frosty Farm Morning”
With the arrival of below-freezing weather, we’ve put the bird feeders out. On one side, a mix of wild bird seed; on the other, a seed-studded suet cake. The birds have enthusiastically visited the feeders (one out front where we can see it from the breakfast nook) and out back, visible from the dining area. With a pair of binoculars, it makes for excellent viewing.
Continue reading “For The Birds: Cold Weather Considerations”
In the early morning, birds of all sizes, shapes, and colors sing their wonderful songs. Recently, I realized that the “background” sound I was hearing was comprised of multiple – numerous – different birds doing their different pieces. What did it sound like? Hope.
Continue reading “Haiku: Hope In A Song”
As I was hand-harvesting pasture greens for the pigs, an unexpected vignette was revealed: under the long, damp strands of grass lay the uniquely beautiful blue of a discarded robin’s egg. What a lovely surprise!
Continue reading “Haiku: Hidden Gems”