They are there
Visibly Invisible
The Natural world, that is
Beautifully there! Right THERE!
An immensity of charming, awe-inspiring, astonishing, joy everywhere.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I like to see the birds, flying high in the air
The thrilling sensation
Of catching them in flight.
Wings stretched in tight
Beautiful!
( a flock of birds over the Back Forty)
Even a little bird shadow.
So lucky, lucky am I!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Later on in the day, I noticed this little bird, tail down, eyes closed. At first, I thought it might be a hawk, but now I think it is just a tired bird resting.
You can click on the dashboard and see the amazing migration going on in your area.
Did you know that scientists have proven that birds can see
The Earth’s magnetic fields and this is how they migrate?!
Pretty neat, I do believe!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We have Doves—Mourning and Ring-necked and once in a special while white Doves.
We have Pheasant and Quail and some other types of birds who run lickity split and scatter all over the farm.
We also have those Giant birds—Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes.
While speaking of birds: There are Owls, Hawks (all shapes and sizes),
and once in a great while Eagles. Not very often Eagles, but there has been one or two who land in the old Weeping Willow trees.
Then we have all those delicious, oops, little birds: Robins,
Western Meadowlarks, Finches of all sorts, all types of Sparrows, Barn Swallows, the list is so big and so long I can’t tell you all of them.
AND there are the Hummingbirds! Now, if I really want to get in trouble, all I have to do is stalk a hummingbird.
Mom said she isn’t going to feed the birds (any birds) because I am a tad naughty about birds.
I don’t see how I’m naughty—really, I don’t.
Mom does
and what Mom says goes.
So, I have to change my diet to a ‘clean’ diet forgoing BIRDS!!!
Only mice from now on out for me.
TLC Cai-Cai
Go quietly, please, step softly outside
And experience with me— the Life Force of our Earth.
Stand still, empty your mind, and just feel.
It is there everywhere, in every plant, every creature, in the wind, the water,
Everywhere.
Please. I promise you, you won’t be sorry.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Gone is the time when the days of Summer seem endless
The dark of the night is coming swifter and faster and lasting longer and longer
Still, the days offer amazing delights —sweet little eye-candy treats
The heartbeat of our bird friends on the farm, gifting us with bits and pieces of their lives.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Common Pheasant….he is a great one to scare a person by squawking and flying up suddenly at your feet 🙂
Hunting, hunting, hunting.
And that wonderful little nymph-like spirit
Called
Hummingbird….riding like a wisp on the currents of our air.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
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
The last of the Sandhill Cranes left us a day or so ago. Their calls loud and trilling in the air
A Harrier Hawk screams a loud and piercing whistle riding the airwaves in the sky
Oft-Times Smooth and silent
And THEN there is TONTO. Hospitality is NOT his middle name. 🙂
(Although, he is very pretty.)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Besides stars
My heart feels like the birds
Light up the sky
in a very bright and luminous way. 🙂
There are even those birds (Pheasants) that exploded from the earth into the sky like a thunderclap
These marvelous birds, the Sandhill Cranes, take to the heavens
With loud calls and heavy swooshing of their wings.
These silly girls, do try to lift their wings and fly
They are pretty much as earth-bound as you and I.
Although, when this (Tonto) comes running at you…I can guarantee you wish YOU could fly. 🙂
The hawks’ shadows glided silent and deadly over the earth, their wings as quiet as their shadows.
Flight, the pureness of nature’s glitter.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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