Friday, June 28, 2019

Fawn on a Mission




We've been seeing this young fawn for about a month now. We've lived here a lot longer than it has, but it's a native, and now it owns the neighborhood, romping in the fields and sleeping in our neighbors' flower bed.

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Fledge Day


Carolina wren fledgling on a creole

It's quiet on the front porch this afternoon, and a little bit lonely, after the clamor of the morning. A pair of Carolina Wrens have been nesting in a creole that hangs from one of the porch pillars, and lately, they have been scrambling to keep their nestlings fed.

My first indication that this might be Fledge Day was an aerial scuffle over the patio. A Phoebe, who is also nesting on the porch, landed on the watering can, and the two smaller birds teamed up to chase it away. Up til now, the Phoebes had been getting the upper hand in those skirmishes, but on this day the Carolina Wrens wanted to clear the runways for take-offs and landings.


Carolina wren fledgling on wood pile

This morning both of the wrens were on the basket, peering down the opening, coaxing their nestlings to come out. The Carolina Wren has a beautiful voice, and it must be very persuasive because it wasn't long before the first brave adventurer popped out to greet the world. It looked around, wide-eyed. With its short, stubby tail and wispy tufts of new feathers topping its head and sticking out from the back of its neck, it looked a little bit like an alien. One sibling joined him, then another and then a third, before the first one tried out its wings. I held my breath. The fledgling fluttered unsteadily to the woodpile on one the end of the porch where the others joined him. Between crash landings, they practiced hops from log to log... 


Carolina wren fledgling in egg basket

hid in an old egg basket... 


Newly emerged Carolina wren fledgling

and clung to the rock siding, all the while, emitting a constant chatter. But there were still chirps coming from the basket, and finally, a fifth tardy bird emerged. 


eastern phoebe on watering can

They left one by one within about 20 minutes, winging their way along the side of the house as if they'd been practicing for days. I went outside later and heard their chirps coming from under the dog house, and saw one of the parents swoop in with food. This vast world can be intimidating. 

We'll be keeping our ears and eyes open, and hoping they'll return for another nesting. Now, at least, the Phoebes can have their perch back.



Saturday, February 16, 2019

Bird Bliss



Lately, a pair of Carolina Wrens have been frequenting our front porch, eating the dried mealworms we put out for them. In harsh winters, supplemental food can make a difference in their survival. Our motives, however, are not entirely altruistic. We just like to watch them.



What is it that so captivates us with Carolina Wrens? On pogo stick legs, their movements are quick and unpredictable, like chipmunks with wings. With their tails held high over their rounded frames, they nearly always seem happy. But what fascinates me most is the male's melodious voice, like an adolescent American Idol star. Whatever the reason, they always make us smile. And that's worth a lot.


Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday


Saturday, December 22, 2018

No Time for Christmas


Everything needed to be done yesterday, and it didn’t seem like there was going to be time for Christmas at all this year. Don’s company had recently merged with a Century 21 office in Mountain Home, Arkansas, which, we think, is a good thing, and might eventually give him a way to get out of the office once in a while. We knew there would be some things to change. There would be a week or two of transition, we figured, and then everything would be running smoothly again. What we hadn’t anticipated was the mountain of paperwork attached to each of Don's real estate listings as we acquired signatures and assigned the listings to the new company. Customarily, I work with Don for two days a week in the office, besides taking pictures and tending his website and a few other miscellaneous gofer jobs, but since the transfer, we've been working night and day to get everything done.

Last Friday, with no Christmas decorations up, and no inspiration for a Christmas card, I took a break and met with two friends, Virginia and Dianna, at Virginia's quaint old farmhouse. We sat around the kitchen table and did what we have been in the custom of doing for the past few years; reading the Bible together. This time, we were reading in the gospel of Luke. We read aloud in turn, and as we came to the familiar story of God coming to earth in the form of a baby, a thought took hold in my brain. I tried to shake it, but it wouldn't let go. "The barn,” I mused, “the barn!”, I repeated. My friends looked at me like I was on a different page.

Outside the farmhouse where we sat was an ancient barn, built to last, with sturdy timbers, stanchions, and mangers for the cows. Those feeding troughs were just the right size for a newborn baby. I asked Virginia if she had a doll. "I have a life-sized doll that was my mother's," she replied. I told them my idea, and we sprang into action. Virginia's dish towels became the swaddling clothes that Dianna used to wrap the baby, and we trooped outside, over the rain-softened ground, to the barn. As I set up my tripod and camera, my friends arranged the hay and laid the baby doll in the manger.

There have been untold thousands of images of that scene of long ago; why did I need one more? I can only say that this was a way for me to visualize the birth of Jesus and remember what He did when He gave His life for us.

Now there's a wreath on the front door and a small Christmas tree on the dining room table and my favorite creche in the kitchen. The work will get done, but not today. I hope you'll consider this my Christmas greeting, and I especially hope that God's gift, His indescribable gift of Jesus, brings peace to your heart today and in the coming year.


The cows are no longer on the farm. This picture was taken years ago, but I like to think of them looking in on the baby Jesus.