Survivors of Winter — Monday, May 16, 2022

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,


Come Fly, Upon the Golden Currents of the Sky — Thursday, December 16, 2021

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,



Passing Over Head —- Thursday, December 2, 2021

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,


Dancing, Dancing, Dancing in the Sunlight —- Wednesday, November 24, 2021

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,


As the Days Grow Shorter and Shorter — Monday, November 15, 2021

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,


It Rained and the Wind Blew — Wednesday, October 27, 2021

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


I guess I didn’t make it.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Dusk Coming Faster and Faster — Monday, October 25, 2021

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,


The Tapestry of Wings Glinting in the Sunlight —- Wednesday, August 4, 2021

Common Pheasant….he is a great one to scare a person by squawking and flying up suddenly at your feet 🙂

Northern Harrier Hawk  

Hunting, hunting, hunting.

And that wonderful little nymph-like spirit


Hummingbird….riding like a wisp on the currents of our air.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


As Light Plays Across the Land — Monday, May 17, 2021

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,