I always wonder how the wee little animals do
Mr. P with his feathers are shinny and georgous
The silent winging of our resident hawk
The happy peaceful feeling
Being out THERE on the farm.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The earth is full of amazing energy
it is everywhere,
sometimes you can see it golden
and flowing over the land,
in the sky,
around all things
The world is alive
And there for us to see
if we will just look.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sunlight bouncing off the weeds
In silence
The hunt to find food
This is our hawk…he/she has the damaged tail feather. It must be damaged at the root for it’s always this way over all the years.
I leave before I hear the dull thud…of contact
So, that, I only enjoy the beauty.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The dance of food/life
The sun and jet…streaming in the shivering air
Lawerance of Arabia, Tonto’s replacement…dancing, dancing for all the girls
The Quail rising into the sky
Moonlight; adding beauty to the earth, air, the heavens
A rather thin little pheasant—dashing, dashing, dashing away.
And my miss at getting a nice photo of a Flicker.
Each and everything dancing in my soul.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A wee walk-about on the farm
Saw a very busy hawk searching, searching
For something to fill his/her tummy.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
But, back before the wet and blustery weather rolled in
I went for a ride-about
I wanted to get a good photo of the hawk(s) who live on our land
Sigh!
I guess I didn’t make it.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
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
That exquisite
Stunningly beautiful flight
The cute fun little Quail…Tra-la-la-la
Sigh!
Lunch is served.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A darling little bunny dashed in front of us as we were irrigating
I’ve seen bunnies dashing this way and that in the warming sunshine
Most of the time in the Upper End.
This is amazing because this is also the coyotes’ favorite place to hunt.
Oftentimes in the green-dappled light (I put up a camera to see where the coyotes have been hanging out.)
I see little squirrels…I like to think they are Stanley
And Stewart.
The hawks hunt the land.
In reality, all is peaceful and calm and just perfect.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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