Tag Archives: Robin

The Heat of Summer is Here—Thursday, July 9, 2020

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A wee tiny bird (I think might be a Starling) is living out it’s beginning life, in a hollow of a limb of the tree in our yard

At the Upper End, we have pheasants. Delightful birds

Over by the equipment area, I saw a fun courting couple

Then on the back road going to the Back Forty twice,

I ran across this pretty handsome feller

Our days are in the 100*s now. That is 37.7c.

At the peak of the heat in the daytime, the little songbirds rest—such wise little creatures

Or come to our chicken yard and try to grab a snack or two…

I’m sure they are thinking “get some food while everyone sleeps, then no one will ever know.)

The hawks and other raptors silent shadows slide over the warm and bright land

The blue sky is alive with life


As so is the earth

Ah  Summer so

Full Life

Full of Joy

Full of Daily Adventures

To me

The most perfect time of the year!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Discovering a Most Important Moment —- Sunday, March 31, 2019

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We continued working in that unruly garden bed

Until we got down to just the large stump hiding in the old water tank

BUT!  Wait!  What is THAT!?!?!

Hopping along, in the turned over dirt,  was the FIRST ROBIN of SPRING!

YAY!

Now when the Swallows appear we are fully back into the that shimmering, gossamer, gorgeous WARM time called SUMMER!

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

 

A Small Storm—Monday, March 7, 2016

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(Sunrise this morning…sun through the heavy clouds in the east)

A spring storm moved into our area yesterday bringing with it snow in the higher country, splattering of rain around us and on us.

Last night we had a huge wind, thunder storms and lightening.

A spring storm.

Today it’s still cloudy and cold, but the long months of desolation are coming to an end.  Our air is full of bird song

Listen-to-the-blackbirds-singThere are Red-Winged Blackbirds in the cattails and in our apple trees!Apple-Tree

Along the fence linesWestern-Meadow-LarkThere are Western Meadow Larks adding the joy in the air.

Robin-7The delightful chirp of the Robin joins into the cacophony.

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All replacing the  lonely calling of the Canada Geese and the trill sound of the

Cranes-2Sandhill Cranes. We can hear their calling their way in flight forming Vs of  courage toward the promise of a distant breeding grounds.

CrowsThe Crows and Raven’s on swirling wings bear them up and away to other parts unknown to me. Leaving our trees available for the song birds.

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In winter, we see the raptors;

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It is in winter the feathered world is reduced to the brutal hunt and eat.  Dark shadows pass overhead, dip down as the big birds hunt for mice along the ditch banks and fence rows. Sometimes a Ring-Necked Dover or a smaller little brown bird provides food for the owl and the hawk.

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(Sunset last night…rain on the plateau with sun bursting through the clouds)

As late winter storms come and leave, the song birds return — even though the air is still cold, but not the bitter cold of winter; the sweet fresh cold of thawing earth, the brightness of sprigs of green and the hope of tiny swelling buds on the trees.

I can handle these storms…for it won’t be long now…not at all until the whole world I live in bursts forth into a riot of color!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Weekly Report

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Latest News:

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Sammy-Sam the cat …

Catevery day and all night he patrols the farm. He used to go way over to Misty’s and check out everything over there, but last winter he ate a poisoned mouse and just hasn’t felt like tackling that huge long walk anymore.

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Of course, age is creeping up on him…he turned 13 this year. Still Sammy-Sam does a good job of gathering news and information from around the farm buildings and the house.

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Dad-–Dad went up to the Upper End to check to see if any Aliens had landed.  Mom, Fuzzy and I went along.  Mom checked out the drain ditch and Dad walked to the end of the irrigation ditch.

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Fuzzy guarded the Four-Wheelers…his job was to make sure we had our rides to get out of there if the Aliens were around.

Robin   Robin—Robin sang out his report that The Aliens could be found out by the haystack.

PICT0114 Dad and the two little girls hurried as fast as their legs could carry them. Who wouldn’t like to see a Alien…young, old or in-between?

Squirrel

Squirrel-gossiped to me, Boomer-Reporter-at-Large— that squirrels are going extinct and scientists have now put them on the “endangered species” list.  He says by the end of this week Squirrels will be extinct so Fuzzy and I cannot, he repeated NOT chase him or his friends.  The world would be a very dreary place without squirrels.

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(Fuzzy and I agreed so we won’t chase Squirrel every again…until…hum, NOW! —-RUN SQUIRREL!)

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I, Boomer, the Farm Reporter says: Dad made several trips to change water yesterday and the day before and the day before that and….

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Fuzzy and I think Dad has figure out time travel—hop on the four-wheeler and you can travel into future and into the past – within minutes.

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Up to change the water, back to house, up to change the water…

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BREAKING NEWS:   Sammy-Sam says

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the Raccoon is back………….

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Bark, bark, yip, yip….COME ON FUZZY…RACCOON!!!
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July 11, 2013

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On our four-wheeler ride in the Paonia mountains

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Cliff-UpCliff took roads that only those like them want to try…Kimberly and I stayed on the main trail!

DropsWe had rain…those few drops you see on the stones.  Here we need rain, (after 2nd cutting of hay) and back East they can’t get the rain to end!  A strange summer of weather.

A little robin dropped by last night while I was sitting outside at the end of the day.

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A perfect ending to another really nice (and extremely hot) day!

The-sun-setsHave a good one!

Linda

 

 

Sunday, May 5, 2013

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I wish to THANK each of you for sending wishes of returned health for Riley.  Kimberly says he is having some good days right now…with all of your Magic thoughts (and special medicine)  we all hope he can turn the corner .  We are going to Grand Junction today to see him…and his parents.

Nothing really new here. It’s cloudy today with thunderstorms predicted in the afternoon, those usually play around on the Plateau; sometimes they come in and we get drenched for a few minutes.

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I was able to a take a photo of a Western Meadowlark singing…I enjoy their really cool little song.

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The Swallows are back…I left the nest up from last year.  They seem to be interested in doing some maintenance and redecorating.  I see long strings of back horse hair, new feathers and other exciting bits of ‘stuff’.

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Another bird I really enjoy and love hearing their songs are the Red-winged black birds.

Shaky(This is a horrible photo as I had the zoom out way too far; they fly off if I get too close.

They live over in the Back Forty, but have lately taken to following us as we irrigate.  They stay a short distance away, but still rather close playing and ‘dipping’ in the irrigation furrows.  Boomer doesn’t chase them (I don’t think he knows he is a beagle) and Fuzzy is too interested in the water to even notice.

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It looks like a Robin pair have built a nest in the cottonwood tree (at least I think it might be a Robin’s nest.) I haven’t seen the birds in action, just one day it was there.

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The little Hummers are back, but very, very shy of the camera I hope I can get some photos of them this year…a goal of mine.

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(He is using the 530 to plant with)

Terry decided to go ahead and plant a new alfalfa field, at this precise point we are 100% planted.  But it won’t stay that way as he is taking the old alfalfa field out of production …therefore keeping us as the same percentage. The old field is just too old to produce well, water is just too short to waste on a field of low production.

Well off to chase water!

Linda

My Friend, Robin

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I have a little Robin who helps me garden.

It took me awhile to understand that no matter what part of the yard I am in, he is there with me.

He is very happy when I’m watering as he can then find big fat worms, but even if I’m weeding he hops along beside or behind, or maybe just over in the other bed seeing what it is he can find…food, nesting material, who knows…something.

He is so tame I have even been able to get a photo or three of him.

For me that HUGE…I can’t ever seem to get a bird photo.

I’m pleased to introduce you to–

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Which always reminds me of the the song -WHEN THE RED ROBIN COMES BOBBIN’ ALONG

(written by Harry Woods )

Sung by–Al Jolson, Mandy Patinkin, The Osmond Brothers

When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob-Bob Bobbin’ Along

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along, along

There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts throbbin’ his old sweet song

Wake up, wake up you sleepy head Get up, get out of your bed

Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red Live, love, laugh and be happy

What if I were blue, now I’m walking through,

walking through the fields of flowers

Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours

I’m just a kid again doing what I did again, singing a song

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along

There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts throbbin’

There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts a throbbin’ his old sweet song

Wake up, wake up you sleepy head

Why don’t you get up, get up, get out of bed, cheer up

Live, love, laugh and be happy

What if I were blue, now I’m walking through fields of flowers

Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours

I’m just a kid again, doing what I did again, singing a song

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along

Along, along, along, along, along.

Linda