Tag Archives: Birds

Breathing the Air —- Monday, May 14, 2018

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The wind has been terrible again…50 m.p.h. gusts, my poor plants are feeling crushed and flatted and battered and beaten.

Even though the winds have been blowing, like God is angry, everything once invisible has become visible in the sunlight

The soft clouds dance and flicker  through out the day

While the dry, dry soil gives us visual belief in the unseen wind.

More and more we are seeing the summer birds returning.  Breathing brightness into the sunlight


Filling out the tapestry of grass, trees, leaves, flowers, bumble and honey bees

Even though the spinning pounding wind as been most unusual…

The beauty of spring fills our eyes, our hearts, our souls and the growing newness of the earth!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

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On a Quiet Crisp Winter Day—Wednesday, January 24, 2018

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Thankfully the Canadian Geese have found our corn fields, although methinks the picking might be slim after the 196 cows in December.

Terry says he is going to disk up the cornfields soon, this will stir up the feed and knock down the stalks, which, hopefully will bring in more birds.

The day was a tad chilled, but still Boomer, Mindy and went for wee walk-about seeing what we could see, stretching our legs and filling our minds with something besides toasting by the wood stove

The Sand Hill cranes have found a lovely spot at the Upper End to rest and search among the cattails for tidbits to eat

(I didn’t let Mindy go that far with Boomer and I.  We left her at the the shed with Terry.)

This is way too far for a kitty cat to go, but not to far for a beagle and a human 🙂

We made the round trip, following the farm roads by the now dormant fields, then came back home to walk down the long lane to go get the mail.  While doing so I saw a hawk coming in for dinner.

The little bird lived another day, alerted by the camera snapping human, not even realizing the Black Horseman of the Apocalypse was about to descend into it’s little bird world.

Then home again, camera on one side, best beagle pal on the other.

(Yes I wear short and flip-flops most of the time.  It has to be REALLY cold and/or snowy for other shoes and long pants.)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Journey without Directions—Tuesday, December 26, 2017

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The Year 2017 is ending.

Bringing with it’s closing days — clear skies with very cold air.  No snow.

The moon is growing toward fullness, but for now it rises brilliant in its’ growing toward’ stage; in skys violet-black flooded with stars.

Then swings down in to the west long before morning; leaving the high vault of that bowl, which we call sky dark blue and chilled.

The soil here is dry.  Extremely dry, but works for walking on and not tracking in mud. 🙂

Cold air, brilliant sky…gradually we end this year.
A year, which begins, as all other years…a blank slate, going forward without a map, going forward into the unknown…

Grateful me– very grateful to be alive.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

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A Thousand Tiny Bits of Everyday Dreams—-Sunday, November 26, 2017

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One evening this week the sun slid behind the Uncompahgre Plateau painting the sky over Grand Mesa shades of apricot and peach

While Boomer, Romeo, and I took a wee walk

to take Romey back to his barn (I left Mindy in the house toasting by the wood stove.)

Gradually the shadows blanketed the farm and the air started to crisp

On the way back I heard my named whispered faintly in the wind, calling me…calling me

I thought about that…hearing my name in the wind— finally deciding it really wasn’t a very lonely sound, or something to shatter a heart.

Boomer and I walked home in the evening’s silver puffs of air me thinking how much I love this earth we call home.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Friday Update

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We had a winter storm come in on Tuesday.  What a long boring day that was….the cats and I slept most the day.

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Then Wednesday we had SUNSHINE!

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Beautiful SUNSHINE!

And Thursday!

And TODAY!

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Early morning the birds still look like its cold.

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The storm blew in a pair of Robin’s!  Mom was ecstatic!  I didn’t get it, they were just Robins.  But Mom was happy so I was too!

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I got in huge trouble because I brought in a fresh afterbirth.  I had just brought it onto the lawn when Mom saw me.  Grabbed the really yummy thing and hauled it to the burn barrel.

Bummer!

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Mom, Dad, and I do a daily calf run.  I Love Going on the Four-Wheeler! I just love it!  I’m safe up there, from those old mean momma cows, and I can see and sniff to my heart’s content, without having to walk!

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Mom and Dad are still cutting and hauling and stacking wood.  Three loads a day.  Although, they don’t go if the weather is snowing.

Just a minute…..

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Scratch, scratch…I’ve got an itch!!!

OH!

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MAILMAN!!!

GOTTA RUN!
BOOMER

 

 

 

A Moment of Relief—Tuesday, August, 30, 2016

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StormLast Thursday the heat of the afternoon bore down on us in such a wave of intensity I thought this fall weather had made a huge and dramatic turn back to summer.

The-color-redTerry was gone for the day, having flew out of Montrose for a meeting in Brighton, Colorado; it was up to Boomer and I to check the irrigation and  keep the farm running.

It was late in the afternoon; the gnats and mosquitoes were in swarms of carnivorous activity wherever we walked along the ditch bank—- when I felt the cool down from the swiftly moving clouds.

Storm-2It started sprinkling just before we got back to the house.  Then it started to rain.

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Not a bad rain, a gentle rain, a moment of relief from the suffocating heat; enough so the sparrows hung out on the wire taking a bath.

HailSuddenly the sky turned into hail, the birds, Boomer and I scattering. The blows from the hail and the wind silencing everything and everyone as we hunkered down waiting for the end.

Yellow-2Gradually the noise lessened; the air ringing empty—only the canal talking loudly as the water rushed by.

We got an inch of rain from that storm…a mixed blessing, because of the hail.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

A Song Echoed to My Heart—-Wednesday, July 13, 2016

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Bird-on-a-wireOur yard is full of birds… birds of every hue and color

BirdThey start the day with joyful tweets and chirps

Black-and-WhiteAnd end the day with sleepy little good-night calls.

Last evening, as the darkness descended, a little Swallow sat on the wire leading from the electric pole to our house singing a song that sounded more like an alarm.   His or her call was so insistent that I had to look out the window to see why.

The sweet little bird was looking right back at me, trying with all the might of the world to tell me something was NOT right…something wrong was there—right there—come out NOW!

Tonto(This is Tonto I caught him on camera one afternoon as he moved through our yard.)

Laying on the grass, cooling off was Tonto…a very ancient German Shepard/Wolf mix dog, (he is 16 years old), and lives one mile from us.  Randomly he walks up to our place, usually because he has been left at his home for days and days on end in a state of without.

He travels across the flat lands until he gets here, then rests, until I find him.  Once I get him all gathered up and cooled down, I load him up…load up food, take down lots of water, several dog snacks…chew bones and other things, and deliver him home.

There are three of us who watch out for Tonto, his closest next door neighbor, our daughter Shannon and myself.

And now I know…the birds do too.

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Bird song talks to us, it echos throughout our hearts, the little guardian’s of the world.

Love,

Linda

 

 

Go Forth Today—-Sunday, May 22, 2016

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ShadowsGo forth today, my friends each and everyone—

MorningReach out to those things that touch your heart, your mind and your soul

First-irrigation-of-the-PinI wish for you peace and  healing a joy this day

SharpenedMay you find that rare thing—a break from all your worries and stress

BA day of feeling young again!

Love,

Linda

A Wee Walk About—Tuesday, February 2, 2016

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East-1Our air started chilling down on Saturday night…growing thick with mystery and the  promise of snow.  The gray-pink clouds began enfolding the earth, as the sun set assuring us of a blanket white enchantment.

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Sunday the snow started falling; winter’s promise was still alive.

Terry and I spent Sunday warm and safe.  Although, a little on the bored side.

Boomer and I took a wee walk in the soft, muffled air.  Boomer doesn’t really walk with me, there is always so much more to see and do than stay right by my side.  Of course, now that cows are here he tends to not drift TOO far away!

Snow-2 Waking on the farm  is to walk to the sound of silence — for even the cows are quiet  in the falling snow.

SnowWalking is satisfying,  getting outside is delicious.

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Monday morning the snow was thick and lush and rich.  As I shoveled the snow off the sidewalks there was only my footprints, Boomer’s and the cats!  (I enjoyed being the only human foot prints in the yard. 🙂 )

Snow! That gift of water for the spring, summer and fall!

 

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Mid-Summer Days—Monday, June 29, 2015

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Morning StartTo some working on the land is lonely. Only you and the sky and the earth.  But to me (and to Terry) it isn’t lonely.

CornThere are plants who need our care and plants

Nodding-Thistlewe despair of (the nodding thistle, lovely but a huge nuisance).

Light floods the air and heat shimmers up off the land.  Just to glace upon the brilliance is to think there is nothing but silence there.  But it isn’t true…the song birds fill the air with music and bugs (the good bugs and the not-so-good bugs).

SHIThe new momma deer and her brand new little fawn scamper close to us, not afraid.  They are many generations of deer, who have lived here safe.  We feed them so they stay out of the crops.  They do their part and eat at the pastures.

PAthThe thought always runs in the back of the mind…’my this is pretty.  I feel so tremendously blessed’…all the while acknowledging the inadequacy of the word blessed.

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm

Linda