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,

Linda

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

Called

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

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Exquisite, I Really Can’t Describe It Any Better —- Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Those flesh and blood creatures

Who share the farm with us.

The daily hum, of not just our movement on the farm

But the songs,

The physical movement

Even the air

The light.

All hooked together; like a large crochet bedspread.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

To My Delight — Monday, March 22, 2021

It was very windy Saturday afternoon, late

When on a wee walk-about I saw this delightful creature

He turned and looked at me with surprise in his eye.

I caught his face just before he flew away.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Unexpected, Tuesday, October 6, 2020

While, out-and-about, looking for things to photograph

I had one of these,

Startle and fly into the air.

I scared the pheasant, but I must admit, it also scared me!

Gradually, breathing again, the land, the pheasant and I returned to normal.

🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Things that Fly—-Thursday, October 1, 2020

Honey Bee

Those are bugs flying in the air.  All types and varieties

Sparrow in flight

The Barn Swallows left us in one huge swirling swoop

These just think they can fly.  🙂

To have one of these fly up in front of you is to startle you greatly (pheasant)

Not a feathered type of flying, but one that flies, never-the-less

And, yes, this really does fly!

ZOOM!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Summer is Coming to an End — Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Everything is starting to wind down now.

The farmer’s around, who grown onions are now harvesting, the sweet corn harvest is over, and the big ranchers are chopping ensilage/silage, plus the pinto beans and soybean harvest is underway.

The air is different, washing the world in a golden misty light

The morning mist is chilly; the air still.  Although, it does burn off quickly;

Coats required for a spell.

True Summer is now fading like a dream.

I keep putting out food for my cute little creatures—

Not daily, but every once in a while…

I don’t want them to become dependent, but I do want them to go into winter fat!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Conjuring Magic —- Thursday, August 6, 2020

Earth ditches are a lot of work!

To move the dam (the orange thing) all the mud (the water is full of mud and it settles against the orange dam) has to be dugout; by hand, back, shovel.

Then moved down the ditch to the NEXT spot.

While we were there—Terry doing all the work and I taking photos 🙂

The girls had to come over to see just what we (Terry) were doing

Each one took a turn sniffing and running their noses on the orange dam

Then over to have a wee visit full of pets and rubs.

While working there a handsome feller rushed by

The Joys (and work) on a western Colorado farm

Where magic occurs every day. 🙂

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Four

Finally.

After ever so long.

I woke up.

No, Handsome the Pheasant.

No, Stewart the Squirrel.

No Stanley, Stewart’s brother.

Just me myself and I.

And it was dark.

Very dark.

Not even a moon in the sky.

ALTHOUGH, Mom would love it out here the stars were scattered hugely up there in the blue velvet of the sky.

I took myself down and got a drink of water, My that tastes good.  Then stuck my nose into the air trying to get my bearings.

Oh, I know where I am. I also know how far away the house is and Mom and Dad. What I don’t know is who is out here with me and do I need to be concerned.

I had just started up the little incline heading back toward the four-wheeler road going around the bottom of the new alfalfa field when my nose picked up someone coming toward me.

Then my eyes picked up a big black furry animal with a white strip waddling here and there alongside the alfalfa field.

“OREO!” I hollered.

Oreo the skunk, stopped in alarm.  Lifted his tail and flung his body in a circle, always pointing the tail in the direction he thought the danger was coming from.

“STOP! OREO! STOP! It’s me, Boomer!” I bayed at him while making sure I was in front of Oreo not in the back of Oreo.

“Boomer?  Boomer, what are you doing up here?”  Oreo lowered his tail and I trotted forward.

“Just checking things out, Oreo.  Mom and Dad are not doing lots of farming anymore and I got bored. I miss seeing all my friends out here on the farm.  Momma Deer and her fawns, Kit and his Mom, the bunnies, Ruth, the Owl, you know, all my friends.” I explained.

Oreo started walking, so I fell in beside him. “Well, I can take you over to where Momma Deer is staying this year.  It’s not far from where we are now.  As for Kit and the bunnies or Ruth.  I’ve not run into any of them for a spell.”

“Although, I have crossed paths with some new coyotes to the farm.”

“COYOTES!”  Shudder, shake.  “Let’s stay away from them.  New coyotes? New coyotes to the farm?”  I sat down, bringing my back leg up to my chin I gave my jaw a good scratch.  Sure, felt nice.

“Yeah. New to the neighborhood.  Three of them.  Two males and a female, or is it two females and a male, maybe it’s three females.  I’m not sure.  I just know they are new and looking to take over the farm as their own.

I saw one of the coyotes checking out a snack awhile back.  I hid.  I didn’t want to have to shoot one and have the other two attack me.”

Oreo waddled on totally unconcerned about coyotes.

“Well, if you want to see Momma Deer you had better come with me. She’s not far from us now.”  Oreo turned his head over his shoulder and gave me a stare.

“Oh. Right On!  I’m right there with you.”

We trotted on into the night.  Oreo and I.