Fragile Wings in the Air —- Sunday, February 12, 2023

Their beauty in the evening sky

Their voices, calling, calling through the cold and quivering air.

I am so grateful for the large winter birds.  They help me pass the long winter time.

From my world to your heart,


Criss-Crossing the Land — Sunday, March 13, 2022

The last of the Canada geese left a few days ago.

They made a brief stop on the farm, spending the night among the Sandhill Cranes.

Then left early morning in a flutter of wings and loud calls of– follow me.

Come again, Come Again.  You help make the winter be not so long.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Canada Geese in Landing —-Tuesday, February 16, 2021

When I went out to the hens, I saw a flock of geese landing by the Grain Bins

SHHHHHHHHHHH.  Careful— does it.  They are extremely afraid of people.   There might be guns you know.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The God(s) Send Amazing Gifts to Me and You —- Wednesday, January 6, 2021

This morning, the wild marvelous Canada Geese, came to the cornfield next to our house

The air thrummed with the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of their vigorous flight.

The calls of one to another like a roaring current of waves

Then the Snow Geese came…

Filling in the blank spots among the Canada Geese

The Geese have one cornfield next to our house, and the Sandhill Cranes have another cornfield behind our house—Good Manner’s you see.

What a huge marvelous blessing!  The heartbeat of the large winter birds, rustling around in the corn stalks, whispering promises to each other, talking loudly in the wind.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Peaceful, Always Peaceful—Thursday, December10, 2020

The farm has a peaceful feeling.  The cows calmly feeding

The early morning sky gradually drying the glistening frost

The only true sounds which MIGHT be cacophonous — the large winter birds in the sky

I, actually, love hearing them calling to each other — I always call to them myself, inviting them to stay with us.  They would be safe here.  The cows would protect them.

They are beams of brilliant color and sounds rippling through the air

Peaceful…the light dwindling into a dim afterglow

A secret formula of magic spoken to us from God

From my world to your heart,



Dance, Rise in a Swoosh, Whisper Loudly in the Sky —- Tuesday, November 24, 2020

The Red-Winged Blackbirds wing playfully all around us

In the fields

Landing in the trees, where they set up a happy sounding fuss

Landing on the lawn

Where they, then, twirl away back into the air

A sky full of reckless delight; vast beauty in an unending expanse of song

While way, way over-head the Canadian Geese fly –the exhilarating sounds of their calls reverberating; mingling with the song of the Red-Winged Blackbirds.

From my world to your heart,





The Sky is still Frumpy with Winter —Wednesday, January 22, 2020

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,



I Sing You a Song — Wednesday, November 27, 2019

We had snow Tuesday

Waking up in a raw world

Still, nature is beautiful

A wild heartbeat of birds in the sky

The misty thinning snowy sky

The haunting beauty of the geese’s call sounds like loneliness in the sky

Yet even though the snow has arrived, along with the bitterly cold wind

The big winter birds warm my heart and lift my spirit—

helping me sing songs to the God(s).

From my  world to your heart,




Embroidered There Upon the Sky —- Thursday, November 7, 2019

(From Pinterest)

Every frosty evening  the geese come to our farm

Their voices serenade in lovely song on the damp chill air

Magnificent and wonderous; their wings rippling the air, making a huge swooshing sound as they fly overhead

Settling down in the harvested Pinto Beans fields, where their night-time rustling brings contentment to our farm.

From my world to your heart,