With Large Swooshing Wings —- Tuesday, March 15, 2022

The cranes are leaving now. They stop by in the evening

Then lift up into the sky

Joining with others pointed North every morning.

Good-bye big birds!

Come again this next winter!

We will be waiting for you!

Linda

SHHHHHHHHH, Sit Quietly with Me, Please —-Sunday, March 6, 2022

Sit quietly with me please

Watching the Sandhill Cranes picking through the cow poop

Watch in silence; no one likes to be disturbed at breakfast.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Vibrant and Capricious — Monday, February 28. 2022

Now that the cows have gone

The Sandhill Cranes have arrived

Filling all the fields with their achingly beautiful selfs

And the sound of their trilling calls resonating in the air.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Peace —Wednesday, March 31, 2021

A beautiful Downey Woodpecker

Sandhill Crane feathers are just lovely

They look grey until you see them in the sunlight

The red-mask is a lovely touch

These are very large birds…they stand about four feet tall.

These Quail are just darling —see the pheasant running off at the top of the photo?

I love the hawks and falcons who hunt across the farm.

But the most unexpected, (and lucky for me) thing was seeing a flock of Western Bluebirds!

They stopped for a search among the weeds for a bite to eat and I got a photo!

That was so exciting!   Not a good photo, but still one!

Living here on the farm is such a good life for Terry and me.

We love it.

The work is hard and never-ending, but here is the secret, we Love it.  The work, the farm, the everything—making up our daily life.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

For a Spell the World Becomes Small —- Monday, March 8, 2021

The cranes are starting to leave us

They are still landing here, resting, eating…gathering

Their distinctive calls brightening the day

For just a short while now

We will enjoy their presence


Before they move on toward Idaho

Their spring, summer, and early fall nesting sites.

Flying, higher and higher toward exciting adventures someplace wonderful.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Moon is so Glorious — Wednesday, March 3, 2021

The moon is growing smaller each and every day now.  Shrinking from a great swollen ball hazed by a shimmer causing it to look gold as it rises into the sky.

There (as luck would have it) were the Sandhill Cranes etched sharply in the newly minted silver of the moon.

What a gift!

What a marvelous gift…the moon and the Sandhill cranes.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

It Won’t Be Long Now — Monday, March 1, 2021

It won’t be long now

When the Sandhill Cranes will start to gather together in even larger flocks

Gathering to start their journeys back to the breeding grounds

The migrations will begin around March 10th

With around the week of March 20th where we will see that largest flocks

Winging overhead.

Then the large number of flocks will start to thin

So, by the first week in April,

They have left us.

To grace those who live close to their breeding grounds.

Until then

I will enjoy (and I hope you do also) their glorious selves streaming through the clouds,

And hanging about on the farm.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

No Matter What, It is still February —Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Even though the sky is a brilliant blue

This time of year doesn’t take long for thick clouds to blow in from the west

And a person can smell snow or frozen mix in the air.

We, also,  have Sandhill Cranes, instead of cows, gleaning the fields. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Sunlight, That Glorious Chariot of Jubilation — Wednesday, February 10, 2013

Cranes lifting up, flying high into that glorious sunlight of a winter sky

While snow clouds hover over Grand Mesa, lighthearted sunbeams light up our fence line

Then clouds, thick and heavy settle down, suddenly pushing through a ragged-edged cloud a burst of merry sunshine — with Mindy Cat on top of the woodpile

The evening sun bounced and stuttered between the buildings…seeping, carefully and sparkling onto the woodpile and the fence beyond.

Everything suspended in a Moment of Magic.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

From the Heart of the Fire, A Heart — Wednesday, February 3, 2021

We have been clearing the pasture of old and dead tree stumps and branches.

Where we saw a sundog in the early, early morning sky

Shared the farm with the masses and masses of Sandhill Cranes (YAY)

Quail, a large Jack Rabbit (of whom I didn’t get a photo), and mice.

But, one of the neat things the fire gave us

Was a Heart Rock.  So hot I had to lift it carefully, with the rake, and place it in a snowbank to cool down.

A heart from the fire!

How neat is that?!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda