If you click on these you will see that keen eye better. They winter along the river near me. Today I spotted 54 along a one mile stretch. Many birders travel here to get the chance and see them, they like the open river for a good fish dinner.
Burr oaks have a charm to me, I remember seeing how far I could go hand over hand on their low branches, and how high I could climb. During the summer you don't notice the structure of these great trees hidden under a dense canopy of leaves.
All the farm animals are all furry this time of year, it is really cold out, but I enjoy the adventure to play in it. If the cold remains real low the ponds will ice over and I can put on my ice skates and have even more to do.
A new light I added this year was dragonflies, but they don't show as well as I would like them to. This is the first year in a while that I have decorated inside. I was amazed how much I have accumulated over the years, even after giving away a lot.
A spruce in my yard that I usually decorate to keep up with the neighbors. Everyone shines around here over the holidays, and it is fun to join in.
When summer decides to leave fall struts in with variety in it’s elegance. Fairies dance painting this prairie in different tones, in perfect harmony, it changes from day to day. It is a glamorous view that nature offers to introduce winter. When we feel that first cold breeze we are reminded what is sure to be in store soon.
This is a time when the following year’s destiny may be in the tiniest cluster of seeds or roots with stored foods. Sometimes it is their friend Dormancy who puts some of this wonderful prairie to bed and tucks it in a blanket of snow. Thus begins a season of cleansing, to prepare for a rebirth once the ground warms again.
Huge fires would sweep and clean this prairie in the spring sometimes. This brought in herds of buffalo that liked the sweet new grasses. Oceans of the prairie's new growth were followed by waves of buffalo and other grazers. This pattern worked well for centuries, but it almost came to a complete halt by man in a few decades. It is through massive prairie restoration and grazing needs met that we have rejuvenated our land and herds again.
It is wonderful to sit within a massive herd of buffalo and wonder if they still can remember when they were denizens of this prairie before the people came. Do they hold any animosity having been pushed aside, as many things were to make way for our families? The spiritual exchange is magnificent to be part of. You need to listen to a soft song carried on the tips of the tall grasses and petals of the flowers. Listen for a bleat of the calf talking to its mother, the song of a hawk, the trickle of chirps from the crickets, that gentle song from the centuries. Breathe in the wisdom caressing your face, on a gentle prairie breeze.
Snow flakes dance
On the tip of my tongue
Melting away as quick
As they came to me.