The Day Full of the Hum of Bumblebees—-Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Summer….one thing about hot summer days and warm summer evenings is:


Lots of babies…the Barn Swallow nests on our house there are about 8 nests all full of various stages of ‘kids’

I still have not seen any little baby hummingbirds…although, I keep looking and watching.  I would have thought there would have been something by now.

But…not yet.

I will keep watch.  Surely I will get to see something soon!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Happy Mother’s Day—One and All—May 13, 2018

“The Great Spirit is in all things, he is in the air we breath.  The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother.  She nourishes us, that which we put into the ground she returns to us….”  — Big Thunder (Bedagi) Wabanaki Algonquin

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to each and everyone of you!



A Time of Magic—Monday, September 18, 2017

In the Glittering sunlight

High in the air

On a crisp, bright, warm September morning

The little Barn Swallows gathered in dense clusters in the sky, then

they filled the electric lines above the canal.

All early morning they came, swooping in, resting until they rose all as one, shimmering and glittering, into the autumn sky; dipping and rising in a choreographed dance taking them away from us.

Leaving the air around our yard empty of sound.


From my world to your heart.


The Rim of Our House—-Monday, July 10, 2017

Under the eve, on the back porch light we have a little family of Barn Swallows.

Although it’s fun to watch the goings on up there in the little nest of mud…it does make for coming and going and sitting an resting a tad dangerous.  The swooping, screeching and other cries of alarm, not to mention the whir of the wings as they zip by your head….

And, of course, it is always worse when….ONE OF THE CATS sit in wait!

Yesterday afternoon, in the heat of the day…Sammy, Boomer, and myself sat under the awning in the unmoving cool of the shade.

I became interested when there was No attacking birds to bother us.

Looking around I saw one parent

Sitting on the arch watching us, unmoving but very aware of what we were doing.

Then I looked into the nest…sitting there motionless, shoulders humped, exhaustion evident on this parent’s face I saw the same look every new parent gets, whether human or otherwise: “Boy, am I ever tired”! This look seems to say.

“These kids are about to kill me.”

“I sure will be glad when they can take care of themselves.”

“If I could JUST get some sleep zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!”

The other parents seemed to be saying—“You rest, Honey! I’ll keep watch zzzzzzzzzzzzz.”

July’s Full Moon shimmered through the rippling leaves of the tree last night. The light cast was so beautiful the earth and everything on it looked like it was covered in hammered sheets of silver!


From my heart to your world,


One of Summer’s Pleasures—Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Waiting-for-Mom-and-DayOne of the pleasures of summer (to me) are watching the Swallows.  I allow them to build on the house or barns or wherever they want to build.

Swallow 2They are a lot of fun swooping for insects over the yard and farm, chasing flies and moths and mosquitoes with high dives and sharp turns…truly eating on the fly!

These little birds arrive in spring…rather the middle of spring, their long forked tails and silvery wings and orange throats are unmistakable.  Throughout the day we hear their jubilant twittering-warbling, bzzzz,click-click sounds as they court each other and care for their young.

SleeplingI like to look out the windows as one nest that is, well, RIGHT there.  If they could they would dive-boom me, but they can’t!  I’m inside…tee hee!

EatersThen comes the day I dread…the call that goes out to all of the swallows in our area….”It is time!  Hurry!  Gather together! Come quickly, in singles or pairs, come all ye families; the seasons are changing, winter, that time of woe, will soon fall upon the land.”

GatheringThat is when we see the electric lines starting to fill with little birds, first just a few, then gradually more and more…they swoop down upon the pinto bean field, flying over the yard, then back to sit on the electric line.

Gradually, gradually over two or three days the line grows fuller and fuller as the swallows gather from near and far. Their sounds a deafening chorus. Then one day the longing for Spring and Summer becomes too much; they lift off in a loud swoosh heading toward Central and South America.


This year I missed the huge take off; I wanted to be home for the leaving!  I wanted to wave GOOD-BYE!  I wanted to holler loud and clear—

“You’ll Come Back NOW…You Hear?”

The song of the swallow has fallen into silence.

We will have a few flocks of Swallows arrive off and on for a little while—Swallows moving from areas further north of us. until those brief visits are over. I will enjoy their stops for rest and for food. Then wave them on with a Good-bye and welcome to return.

Your friend,



Monday, June 4, 2012

Terry is out baling…6:30 in the morning and just enough dew (YEA) to set the baler up and give it a good go before the heat starts rising.

We are thinking we will be able to get another cutting this year, but if the water shrinks anymore that will be the last cutting.

At least we will get two cuttings and we are darn grateful for those.

Anyhow, what I’m really writing about is the Barn Swallows.

I don’t have a photo of the birds themselves, because they are very careful to fly off the second I appear.

See this little pair of Barn Swallows decided to build a nest on the house, upstairs, next to the north side window.  They must be a young pair as they MADE A MESS!!!

I had mud all over the screen, bird droppings on the screen and the window…huge mess.  I got so mad at them (they only had the two bottom rows done on their nest) that I yelled out the window for them to go someplace else…the other side of the house, THE BARN, the tractor shed, BUT NOT ON THE WINDOW!!

Then I scraped off their little nest and told them to LEAVE!

Later on that morning, I was visiting the Northview Dairy blog, whereby Threecollie was talking about a nesting Robin on her house.

By this time I was feeling really bad I had knocked down the little mud house and yelled at the cute little pair of birds, there she was telling us about her darling Robin family, that was nesting on HER house.

(Which reminds me…I encourage you to visit Northview Diary….Threecollie and her family live in up-state New York.  I’m always amazed at the differences in weather from here to there.  They get way too much rain and we don’t get enough.  But her blog is a delight– full of fun, excellent writing, and a true peak into dairy farming —- I encourage you to visit.)

So I went back upstairs, poked my head out the window and hollered to all the birds flying around, sitting on the Blue Spruce trees and on the electric lines that I was sorry.

I then asked the little Barn Swallows to come back, just don’t build where the screen and the windows get dirty.  Build where we can ENJOY them and their little famil(ies).

Two days came and went, nothing.

Three and four days came and went-no nest.

I finally gave up and decided that they really did go to the barn or one of the other buildings.

As I was washing that particular window I happened to look UP and there it was

A perfect little home, NOT on the frame of the window, or above the frame of the window, but where we could watch several little families of Barn Swallows grow up this summer.

It seems that Barn Swallows raise about three families before they leave for the winter. So this should be fun for Terry and I and the grandchildren.

Well, time is quickly getting away from me.

Have a nice Monday!