Working in the barn bundling kindling or firewood is not the nose to the grindstone kind of job. We have music playing in the background, the dogs come by to check on us now and again, we can watch the traffic that travels along the county road and I watch out the open end of the barn to see clouds as they scuttle across the sky, or the distinct V shape of honkers heading one direction or another. While doing all this we do make bundles but it is more enjoyment than work.
The other day while bundling I noticed a rather large white something in a tree over by the show barn. Between bundles, I saw that a big white bird kept moving around the top of a crab apple tree, then moved over to a tall elderberry tree. I had to stop bundling to grab my camera to get a picture since we do not normally see big white birds around this area. Continue reading
The Daphne bushes outside the dinning room window are coated in sweet smelling blooms. Early in April they were already attracting bees as the buds started to form. Near the middle of April the hummingbirds began flitting around the bushes, and today I saw the first swallowtail butterfly of the season as it danced from bloom to bloom.
Oh, and did I mention that it is also the perfect lookout spot for our striped barn cat? He hangs around nestled between the Daphne while he waits for the day to begin.
Springtime is bringing warmer weather. The grass is greening up (as are the weeds), daffodils are bright yellow and the flowering cherry tree is all decked out in pretty pink. The sweet smelling Daphne bushes are close to blooming and the sage is sending out new earthy-toned tips.
Hummingbirds, Juncos and a few bees have been spotted hanging around the burgeoning plants and it won’t be long before the other flowering trees and large leaf maples start to fill out. The robins are coming into the pastures in droves to feast on the plentiful worm population.
The bulls in the bull pen seem oblivious to the flowers and trees, birds and bees, they are spending their time finding the newest stems of grass as they traverse the acreage of the pen. We open up the gates at opposite ends of the barn so they can take turns nibbling on grass as it grows keeping both sides from getting overgrown or over-grazed.
Just as the strawberries are are at an end, the raspberries are starting to pink up.
The strawberries were not a very abundant crop this year. Usually I am sending out containers full for visitors to the farm, family and friends. This year, with the buttercups taking over the garden strawberry bed, the harvest was quite a bit smaller but still enough to share a little and freeze enough for wintertime.
It looks like the raspberries will have a better crop than the strawberries, but it will depend on weather and the birds who are staking out their perches in anticipation of ripe berries for their own meals.
The latest sign that it is nearing the end of winter are the hazelnut (filbert) trees at the edge of the garden.
The trees are loaded with yellow dangles of bright catkins. The catkins will slowly darken and fall off before the first leaves begin to emerge. Continue reading
Cleaning up the garden the other day gave me a chance to pick a bucket of strawberries.
No, these aren’t the sweet berries that we enjoyed so much during the beginning of the summer. These are the rock decoys that I had painted and scattered throughout the strawberry patch in hopes that it would frustrate enough birds to ensure a crop of berries for me.
I’m really not sure if the theory that I put into practice works. Birds seem to peck along at the leisure when there is a decoy laying around or not.
I have noticed however, that humans are drawn to the decoys as they step into the patch and I constantly have to answer for my odd display. Seems to me the birdbrains have the upper hand on this game of confusion.
I caught a glimpse of Gabriel’s feet as he was sitting under the old tin roof of the shop. I had to crouch down just to get this much of him in a picture.
He was watching out for birds, not hiding, but hunting.
The springtime birds have shown up en masse and the flitty movements keep the cats occupied for hours.
Chores went on without him this morning.
Apparently bird watching is more important than keeping me company while I feed the cows in the barn.