A turkey vulture swooped close overhead, not making a sound. It came back working in a slow circle past the area I was sitting in, enjoying the sounds and sights of the prairie. A small storm formed to the west and I expected to see some rain, only to be passed by and never see a sprinkle. It is always nice to return home to my prairie and relive my travels. Voices broke my thoughts and I was visited by a four children wanting to hear about my travels for the day. I smiled and thought of my adventures to share and indulged their curiosities. Not a sound was to be heard as I shared my tales out on the prairie.
Male Baltimore Oriole
New green covers an area that was a fall burn to replenish the blooms.
Dame's Rocket, a mustard family, note the four petals to signify that.