We still have standing corn. Several more ton. There is hope to have it done by Friday.
After that dismal Bronco’s game, Boomer, Mindy and went for a wee walk. I with my camera, Boomer with his inquisitive nose, and Mindy with her green eyes a-hunting.
Stopping along the corn field I sat quietly watching the swirling birds feasting on the fallen kernels of corn
The little birds rose and danced on little gusts of vagrant (with corn dust) breezes
Of birds feeding on tattered corn stalks and shattered corn cobs floating before my eyes!
From my world to your heart,