The fields are no longer bare
The need for a coat no longer there
The light in the sky
Showcases color in all its forms.
The top comes off
The cold goes away.
Yay for Summer!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A little Robin Red-Breast busily gathered bits of weeds and such
Then he/she swooped down and grabbed a big fat bug, not far from where I sat
Later in the warming sunshine he/she gathered nesting material from the riches I seemed to just be ‘throwing away’
What a fun experience I had…sharing the morning with this busy little bird(s)!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Our Blade (that is what Mom called Bladen—Our Blade, so I do too.) came to visit.
He was just the perfect visitor for me
Always, always, always he let me play with his sock
And FOOT!
TLC Cai-Cai
Ah, perfect…a wee stick here, a long weed from there
Hide! The human is out and about.
Gone. the human is gone. I shall Grab a worm or two. Building a house is hungry work.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Our fields are now full of green shoots
(Bird and shadow! I was delighted to get the two together)
The first cutting of alfalfa has occurred in all three fields
Finally, we having truly
Started summer here.
For us…here on the farm
Summer starts with the first cutting of alfalfa, usually around the first of June
Here is another bird shadow–only of the Northern Harrier Hawk
Then Fall begins with the harvest of pinto beans. (Which we don’t raise anymore)
So June, July, August—Summer.
That sweetest time of the year (for me)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
That exquisite
Stunningly beautiful flight
The cute fun little Quail…Tra-la-la-la
Sigh!
Lunch is served.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The day is full of such amazing, unexpected, delightful sights
Little sightings, fluttering softly on the edge of our every day
Elusive, searching, trotting here and there
A bright golden/red spot moving along — just over there
Sometimes running in a quick and fast tightly wound sprint
A blur of spun gold with a lush bushy tail. 
Time is always spent in the pursuit of food
The minutes the seconds, the hours
The pause…so still…the birds are silent
Food.
One life-giving up living for another.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yep,
Off he went,
Right after the water was set in the morning
Two days in a row
One field down…two to go!
HAYING SEASON HAS BEGUN!
🙂 🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The most glorious time of night
(For me anyway)
Is always any time —
When I can see the moon.
In all of its glory.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The is an UpSide to the wind—Sorta
It helps the sap rise up out of the roots of the trees, so the leaves can gather light and we can have shade
It can bring in a storm…it can, not always, but it could
But the biggest thing it does (on human terms)
is it keeps the bugs
At bay. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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