It
was 100 at our town house on Tuesday, but a wind cooled things down Tuesday
evening, and it was chilly at the farm on Wednesday and Thursday. It’s warm
again now, though.
For
the first time ever, I think, our fields are in rapeseed, now turning their
brilliant fluorescent yellow. It stands taller than you might think – about 7
feet – and Mike says he finds it confining. I, however, am loving the photo
ops. At any rate, it’s so much better than the fallow, barren-looking fields we
had last year.
Mike
says he also doesn’t care for the aroma of the rapeseed. It undoubtedly has an
odor, but I haven’t exactly identified it yet. The lilacs are fragrant, and I
concentrate on that.
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| Fawn . . . |
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| . . . waiting for mama to come back. |
When
we went for our evening walk on Friday, this adorable little fawn was waiting
for his mama at our gate post – I mean, right beside the road. We had to wonder
about mama’s judgement. We have seen little fawn left to wait before but never
one this tiny. He/she was worried – even started to cry – but he was not about
to budge from the spot. Hallie and Nick checked at the gate as they drove in
Friday night, but the little guy was gone. That was a good thing.
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| American coot -- 2017 |
We
saw an American coot on the pond for a day or two and thought perhaps its mate
was there in the rushes. We enjoyed watching the coot family grow up last year
and looked forward to a repeat, but I guess it wasn’t to be because the coot
was apparently a loner and abruptly left. Bummer.
We’ve
enjoyed watching a pheasant strut around the pond. That’s kind of a sad tale,
too, because Mike says he will be lonely without a mate and might not make it.
And
then there are the bunnies. Mike watched one skirt all around the house, and
when we returned from a walk, there it was at the top of the lane. Hallie and
Nick watched a baby bunny one evening. I’m afraid I won’t think the bunnies are
cute when they eat my garden greens.
So,
that’s what’s up with us . . .
2 comments:
The garden! We forgot to do up the gate on the tire bed. Shoot. Maybe Dad will help with it.
Yes, Dad will help. I didn't exactly forget. It was too late, too hot, too something. It's not a big deal right now anyway -- only when it sprouts. Loves.
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