I can see the Indian paint of wildflowers waving in the wind on the meadow out from the porch already in my mind. Can’t wait.
Posts from ‘March, 2009’
Strange Behavior of Woody
Ha-Ha-Ha-HA-Ha, I could often hear him off in the woods near the ranch house. Now and then I would spot a bit of red moving up and down the side of a dead tree that was still standing. In the spring and summer I could only hear him — Ha-Ha-Ha- HA-ha– because the green foliage kept him well hidden.
Blue Popcorn Explosion!
I read an article about creating a Bluebird trail (not those pesky Blue Jays who like to dive bomb you and your pet in spring when you set out to cross the yard, these are a very different bird). Bluebirds are especially pretty, with wings of a pastel powder blue contrasting with a chest full of rusty reds like a Robin’s breast. I set out on that project.
Comanche Flock Raids Ranch!
No, there’s not a pack of wild Indians circling the ranch house whooping and hollering, killing the men and raping the women. I said a “flock”, that’s birds, and there’s not really any Comanche Indians either, just birds acting like them.
