Perched, just there, right there
Hidden in the branches of the Bridal Veil Bushes
A flock of tiny little birds
Hiding from the wind
Swaying on the little branches. Silent, yet there…waiting, waiting for the wind to stop.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A little shadow of a ringed-neck dove
The sound of large wings swooshing through the air
Watching the big birds landing
I love the calls ringing across the land
Rare that the cranes and geese mix, but they do
Their songs streaming though-out the trees
My heart lifts with them as they fly up, up, up
I love hiding so I can sneak up while they are pecking on the seeds
So I sing to you the song
Of the winter sky!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The winter birds lift my heart in gratitude each and every moment of each and every day
I always stand outside (each and every day) raise my hands to the sky
And Yell—yes I yell—Please come to our farm! Each and all of you are welcome
And it seems to be working
It’s true I reach out to them with scattered seeds and yummy bits of bird food
I honestly don’t care what variety comes
How big or how small
They are all welcome.
(Even sleepy little loud noisy starlings)
Wings, and brilliant colors, our farm is L.O.U.D with song!
Welcome! I call.
I feel truly blessed!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The birds of winter—-
Those delightful wandering large and small birds
Filling the air with their gossip and chatter
Shining brightly there in the sky
Filling our lawn with their busy searching and scratching
Then suddenly lifting up in a huge swoosh of wings
The tap-tap tapping on the bark of the very old Cottonwood tree fills the cold winter air
A pair of owls gently shake the branches of the same tree each evening as they call one to the other 
A blackbird, of some sort, rests in the branches waiting for submissive sun take back the sky from clouds
The crows tell all the secrets of the land.
Thank Heavens for the winter birds. They make my winter life ever so much better.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Another wee rainbow yesterday! What a joy to behold!
A hawk sat in the branches of the old Willow tree
He looked a little worse for wear…probably the too wet of the night. (I’m guessing)
Because of the rain, the ground was just right for Terry to smooth out the road
In front of the sheds. It’s funny how the long lane to the house and the roads around the sheds seem to get lumps and bumps.
Then in the quiet, while I hauled wood and gathered eggs
I saw an unusual bird, a Woodpecker possibly? Does anyone know?
And I think, this is a hawk…what do you think?
My daily sphere of life, little treasures of the ordinary.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.” Claude Monet
I love feeding the wild birds
They come in huge flocks now; remembering the yummy food from last year
I feel that nature, the Earth, the Heavens and the creatures all placed here on the world with us are treasure left to our care from the Gods
Otherwise, we would be quite alone in the world.
I think the Highest Powers of Creation took pity on us
Looking down upon our land, all covered in a giant mist of unfeelingness and caring.
They saw how very lonely it truly was, this Earth…there were only Humans.
Humans were creatures of many emotions, the worst was jealousy, anger, and greed.
Because the Gods loved the Earth and they also loved the humans…they gathered from each one of their Heavenly domains creatures to gift the earth; therefore man.
Causing a big storm to fill the sky
they covered the earth, driving all the humans into caves and hallows of trees
While the humans hid, the Gods started filling the Earth with Splendid things—
Rocks, trees, plants of all types and sizes
Seemingly ordinary things, yet so special they were magic unto themselves.
Birds and
Fur-bearing animals,
fish for the waters, and
wonderous little friends to raise up our souls.
Then the Gods lifted the ban on the sun
And Man saw how truly blessed the Gods were to the Earth and to all humankind.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
I love feeding the birds
And watching the Canada Geese and the Sandhill Cranes creating their own gusting wind in the great blue of the sky!
If Boomer and I sit quietly then great flocks of birds come calling
Trying to rush us away so they also may peck and scratch at the tummy-warming black sunflower seeds
While out on the (now empty land) the other day, I saw a Sundog hanging silently in the sky.
It was still there, as the huge clouds built promising ‘weather’ when I came back from feeding the birds over by the equipment area.
Cold weather coming, the Sundogs say. I like to think of them as wee little rainbows before the bitter cold.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Mom and I have taken to long walks. Well, longer than normal.
We have to be careful because Mindy cat wants to walk with us and Mom doesn’t want Mindy to get side-tracked; stay out on the farm, and become COYOTE FOOD!
So, Mom puts Mindy in the house then we go out!
And about.
Looking for BIRDS!
(And other things.)
Sometimes Mom,
Mindy, and I go out at night.
That’s when Mom likes to take photos of the Moon…in every stage of the Moon’s growth.
Sometimes Mom will even get a photo of a wild creature…
like the Raccoons, who live in the hollow of the Willow tree and like to eat Mom’s tomatoes!
Although Mom personally has never gotten a photo of the Raccoons, she did put up a game camera so the game camera could get a photo of the raccoons.
The wild geese are plentiful now. Three large skeins have flown over our heads, even while I write to you.
Soon the Sandhill Cranes will be here. Mom says the big birds are back early…she thinks we will have an early winter.
But until then, there is still stuff to do in warm Autumn days!
Boomer Beaglie Brown (a.k.a. Sherlock)
I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.
Waiting for us to join them.
Death is not an easy thing
Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.
Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic
A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living
I feel so blessed to have had that tiny
fragment from the shadows
An amazing gift from my Dad.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
This Red-winged Blackbird was in such a hurry to get away from me I got to see each and every feather as he jolted into the sky
In fresh pale air, I saw little dangling feet
I love to hear this little quail calling, calling —a Gambel’s Quail
Their voices like ruffled water
The flight so effortless to birds, so fascinating to me
When watering our lawn the birds come in flocks to thin out the worm population
A tiny little Killdeer lingering as I walk by
Summer bounty in birds 
And of course more feet…and wings
The flash of feathers
Among the soughing Red-stemmed grass, in the beautiful small beating heart, of the feathered and winged world.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
