Well I got my lesson in new tractor driving this afternoon and proceeded to mow most of the yard while Jay worked on shredding branches. The ability to mow when backing up is really handy and I’m sure I should be a pro after another practice or two.
While out in back I spied this Killdeer trying to lead me away from her nest. Using the old ‘my wing is broken so you can catch me’ trick but I had already spotted the nest and mowed around it. The next pass through I got this picture.
She settled on her nest after I made a couple more passes. I guess she realized I wasn’t going to hurt her or her eggs.
When I got up near the dome I took these pictures of new arrivals.
I did find one Morel in our front yard but I didn’t pick it yet.
When my mowing was through I came in and took a shower to get the dust, leaves, and seeds off my person.
I guess that is all for today—I’m going to rest a while. See Yah!
how sweet…a little family growing in the back yard.
What beautiful flowers on your property. I wish I had more like you. I have a snowball trea that is blooming right now, and in the back yard I have white Irises blooming by my pond. That is all I have going right now. I love to see all the gorgeous flowers. Eventually I want to get more.
I love the broken wing thing. They are so smart. I think maybe she realized you are a momma and she knew you would never harm a child. Shell or not!
Lovely Flowers. I’m sneezing while just looking…
seeing the eggs in the nest reminds me of a poem I had to read in high school
musta been Freshman year with Mrs. Wise
Robert Frost was the writer, and rather than ‘mower’ the phrase was ‘cutter-bar’ and the ducks were alive but no longer in shade
ah well, I guess a ‘net search is needed
too many other events have piled up in my head in the last 30-some years
taking a camera on a tractor shows true dedication for blogging opportunity
You look great with your new mower tractor!!
Just to say self and 3 friends thoroughly enjoyed an Irish Evening over at the city of Chichester last Thurs. We were sung to by mid twenties toyboy John McNichol, who two of us had met over in Ireland a few yrs back at Festival there up in Donegal, and we were thrilled when he recognised us again, and later sang our favourite song from him. The older people audience had a great singalong and clapping session all evening. He did three of Elvis’s song too for us dressed in black, so we enjoyed that too needless to say!
Marion England. just listening to radio in bedroom before sleep.