Sometimes nature seems harsh and hard….
The crow is waiting to snatch one of the newly hatched baby birds
I’m with the smaller birds…the crow can just go eat something dead and leave thier young alone.
Yesterday I found were a porcupine lost his life. The fight was hard and long…quills were everywhere. Sort of sad really.
But that is the law of the natural world.
Linda
I have let a patch of Milk Weed grow in my yard…yes I know…it is a weed, but I love it.
Not only does it smell good, it attracks
Bees!!!!
I also like the big, busy
Bumble Bee!
Linda
Linkin wants to grow-up and be a Paleontologist. If she can’t do that then maybe she could look into Archeology, but that is only a second choice. She has a huge (HUGE) collection of dinosaurs and knows as much as she possibly can about them. She can say thier names, tell you what age of time they lived in, where you are more than likely going to find them, and what they eat. She will tell you, if you want to ask.
So for her 6th Birthday we took everyone to the Dinosaur museum.
She was delighted!
The roar and movement of the ‘models’ didn’t bother her, all of the demonstrations were exciting
And on top of all of this…
She is now old enough to ride her bike all the way over to Grammy’s all by herself.
Linda
It’s always special to meet people with whom you have been blogging with for some time.
Tammy her husband Steve and thier darling daughters
made the long trip to see us one hot Sunday day. We took them to the tractor pull and then toured the Pioneer Town privately owned by the owner of the Tractor Pull track.
They moved to Colorado a year ago http://andersonadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-post-of-day.html from Wisconsin. For Tammy it was a sort of coming home and a new adventure for Steve.
Meeting new friends for the first time in person is really special! But after all the times of blogging it feels like they are old friends.
Linda
We had a very busy four days off, Terry got the beans harrowed off (you have to do this or the crust on the top will prevent the little beans from coming through), it’s been so hot and windy that everything has dried out all over again. Irrigating is a constant.
We celebrated Evan’s 39th birthday. Gosh I’m getting old, Shannon is 41, Evan 39, Kimi 35 and Misty 32 where does time go?
Memorial Day we took flowers to graves, looked at where our family plots are and celebrated
With lots of food and family and cooking.
Tuesday, Terry cut the hay…first cutting of the year
The ditch rider came by and locked the gate on our headgate. The spring run off is over so any extra water is done for the year. If it stays as hot and windy as it has been we will be changing water every 10 hours instead of 12. We do get a reprive every once in awhile when a cold front blows through, but that doesn’t last long.
Of course now that the hay has been cut we want the hot weather to stay and rain to come again some other day. 🙂
The following Archaeological Rock Art I call “Momma Deer”. The white chip-like markes are from people vandalising the ‘sign’ by shooting it with guns.
I have several furlough days in June, but I get to work on my yard (and do some things I can’t get done when I’m getting a pay check ). It all works out in the end.
Linda
Planting is done for the year.
These are Bill Zee pinto beans. By the end of the growing season they will be heading to someone’s cooking pot.
This is my corner of the field, where the garden usually sets– four rows from the top of the field to the bottom.
But NOT this year!
I’ve cut back when the wind beat what I planted to death. Now it’s all planted to sweet corn…well only 2 rows and only half-way down the field.
I graciously let Terry have the rest of the field for pinto beans. He graciously planted my sweet corn with his planter…we are both happy!
The tractor will weed for me and I only have to pick and can it.
Not a bad trade off!
Linda
What a long weekend, four days of very strong, 50-60 m.p.h. wind hit our area A.G.A.I.N.!!
This sure has been a hard spring for wind.
My poor garden plants didn’t survive. I tried covering them, but the wind blew off the covers. I guess I will settle for just stuff growing in my yard instead of the garden spot in the field. I will just turn the garden spot into a sweet corn patch and be done, sweet corn is always good.
In spite of the wind driving out all the moisture and crusting the soil all our hard-dent corn is up. Terry is planting pinto beans today.
Planting season is just about over! Spring should be moving into summer soon.
Next it will be time to cut the alfalfa.
Linda
When I got home from work I found muddy boots greeting me as I walked into the door…first on the outside steps
and then inside;
I guess the ditch bank was a tad bit muddy today after all the rains. 🙂
But I must confess I enjoyed the freshness of the late afternoon. There was still some rain hanging around in the mountains
but it slowly dried up.
As Terry moved the water
and I helped walk the water down the rows
Fuzzy chased bubbles in the ditch
the skies clear somewhat giving us a profound ending to another day.
I am sometimes just plain humbled to know that we have this amazing earth to call our home.
Linda
It rain, it poured, the wind blew and then hail fell, followed by more rain. That is how late afternoon went, Terry and I came in from irrigating just soaked. Just after supper, when I was getting ready to put the chickens up for the night, the sun came out and a double rainbow appeared.
But if that wasn’t gift enough on the way to work I saw….
After I dropped down the hill I saw this…
And just as I drove into work another appeared.
I feel incredibly blessed and more than extremely lucky! Someday I would like to see a moonbow. I saw a really neat article on moonbows stating that moonbows are really rare for conditions have to exactly right: a clear, dark night, full of heavy mist or raindrops and a particularly bright full or near-full moon shining low in the sky behind you.
In 1879, Mark Twain reported while out to sea “a magnificent lunar rainbow—a complete arch, the colors part of the time as brilliant as if it were noonday.”
I’m sure witnessing a rain-spawned moonbow is matter luck, but maybe sometime I’ll be some place that air pollution and artificial lights can’t ruin and I’ll see one.
At least I hope to,
someday…
before I die. 🙂
Linda
