Baby, it’s cold outside
A flash of silver
Feather fluffed for warmth
On a freezing day in the afternoon.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The tiny bits of rain hardened over-night Saturday
A gale blew in early Sunday morning with persistent bits of snow within it
The sky gray; the temperatures dropping to ‘feels like minus degrees.
Pelting, vicious…just plain nasty.
The gusting winds blew on and on…
Winter….it’s still here. (See the fox in the photo…what brave creature to be out in this mess)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This is Tonto.
Tonto is beautiful….terrifyingly so
If you are anywhere around him you MUST keep out a sharp eye (just like he is keeping on you) for like all roosters…he wants to come at you from behind.
I prefer Tonto running away, diminishing in size as he gets further away from me.
Tonto lives with our daughter and the whole flock of hens. Since the demise of Grace (the fox got her)
Shannon wanted another farmyard protector.
Therefore, she nows as TONTO!
HI HO SILVER! AWAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Cranes lifting up, flying high into that glorious sunlight of a winter sky
While snow clouds hover over Grand Mesa, lighthearted sunbeams light up our fence line
Then clouds, thick and heavy settle down, suddenly pushing through a ragged-edged cloud a burst of merry sunshine — with Mindy Cat on top of the woodpile
The evening sun bounced and stuttered between the buildings…seeping, carefully and sparkling onto the woodpile and the fence beyond.
Everything suspended in a Moment of Magic.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(The Bridge into our farmyard)
It’s there, a wee tiny hint of Spring
The sunlight breaking through the trees, the ground starting to dry more and more
Coyote hunters walking on soil instead of mud
Then a wee slide back to small and light snow
Where the earth is blessed with moisture
Then warmth, creating mud again
Still cold enough I wear socks with my flip-flops
Winter on the bridge to our farm
After a chilly, but drying wind, on a day of sunshine
From this
To this
To this.
Spring is coming.
Yes, it is.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
LOOK!
There in the crowded little bird cafe…enjoying a tiny little feast
Twisting this way and that on the treat feeder….a darling little woodpecker!
I think it is a Downy Woodpecker.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
There is often more gifts in nature than we realize
Shooting stars are a gift…a flash of light, with a shower of sparks
So is the dim winter sun lighting up the beauty of a little collared-dove
Or to watch the flight of a bird being lit up by bright snowy clouds
Suddenly seeing a hawk flying low over the woodpile
Or to hear the call of the Sandhill Cranes as they wing over the farmyard
Or that flash of red on a Red-winged Blackbird
Lending brightness to a grey sort of day
Hearing an enchanting song
Even in the snow, there is a delight
Full of light, wonder, and song
No matter what is going on in your life…there are always moments of awe.
What a gift.
From my world to your heart,
Linda