Home where the wild things dance just beyond our senses
Yet, if I’m very careful
Not making a sound, I can [sometimes] be gifted
With a wee glimpse of some of the wild things.
Confine (Kuh-meh-vin) welsh
A place where one feels he/she ought to live and belong, where nature embraces and offers welcome
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
But I don’t really care.
They are very destructive to the corn—they love the silks. Once they eat the silk the kernel stops forming.
But…oh, well! We have enough to share.
Aren’t they beautiful!?
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We all came running into the house— BARKING LOUDLY!
DEER!
MOM!
DEER!!!
Boo Berry, Apollo, Loki, Black Beauty
(Nobody can fully understand the meaning of love unless he’s owned a dog.”–Genen Hill (renowned nature writer)
(Shish, TLC)
I thought, why not. Why not take the game camera to the back and see what I can see.
Oh! My! Deer in a mad dash
Oh! No wonder!
At least they got away, but this predator stayed close to the camera for several minutes.
Coyotes…not my favorite of anything ever!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Goodness, this month seems to be flying by.
Anyway, I wanted to show what those pesty deer do to the corn—
Yep! They eat the silks off and the tip of the corn. It’s so yummy for the deer’s tummy.
Ruins the corn…it won’t continue to develop. Sigh
And those delightfully cute, but so damaging raccoons and
Skunks—
They like to tear the stalks down and THEN eat the corn!
Critters. Gotta love ’em, but sure don’t like some of their dining habits.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
You can see it in the sky, on the land, and with the deer!
The deer always arrive when the corn is in the silk. Not good, but a fact. They are very hard on the corn—eating only the silks, therefore, killing the cob.
They will stay on the farm now until early March.
(Along with them come the coyotes—nasty things. We will have them until the deer leave)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Later—caught by the game camera—over the fence into the corn and a whole herd of them.
I went out later to see if the corn was knocked over—nope, you would never know if the camera didn’t show us!
As silent as a whisper—these fellow creatures!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The skittering clouds traveled willingly away from us
Bringing beautiful clear skies the next day
During the silence of the night
(Caught on the game camera)
The deer arrived to enjoy snacks and safety with the cows
The farm has a loud and marvelous heartbeat—-if one just listens.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I put out a camera by the canal
Alongside the road,
To see if we still have deer on the place
Yep. I think so. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Shhhhh
In the silence
When the morning shadows are long, and the plants still in dew
While Terry and I and change and re-set the irrigation water
The early morning light
highlights the return of the deer
And so does the corn.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
