Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Kestrel Who Came To Visit

Jigs found her.  She was hopping around the pasture down by the barn.  Quickly, I called Jigs away from her.  Making a bee line for the tack room, she could move well, but could not fly.


Missy is the smallest of the falcons... an American Kestrel.  Read more about her type here:   

It turned into a wonderful learning experience and leading to  
perhaps a license to rehab other injured birds such as Missy.
I have a new admiration for the raptors that live out in my pasture.


Missy is now back in the wild, with her injured wing completely healed.  When I turned her lose, she turned as if to say "thanks"!  And flew to the nearest tree line.  I think I still see her coming to visit now and again!


Friday, January 20, 2012


Native American Legends

How the Buffalo were released on Earth

A Comanche and Apache Legend

In the first days a powerful being named Humpback owned all the buffalo. He kept them in a corral in the mountains north of San Juan, where he lived with his young son.
Not one buffalo would Humpback release for the people on Earth, nor would he share any meat with those who lived near him.
Coyote decided that something should be done to release the buffalo from Humpback's corral. He called the people to a council. "Humpback will not give us any buffalo," Coyote said. "Let us all go over to his corral and make a plan to release them."
They camped in the mountains near Humpback's place, and after dark they made a careful inspection of his buffalo enclosure. The stone walls were too high to climb, and the only entrance was through the back door of Humpback's house.
After four days Coyote summoned the people to another council, and asked them to offer suggestions for releasing the buffalo. "There is no way," said one man. "To release the buffalo we must go into Humpback's house, and he is too powerful a being for us to do that."
"I have a plan," Coyote said. "For four days we have secretly watched Humpback and his young son go about their daily activities. Have you not observed that the boy does not own a pet of any kind?"
The people did not understand what this had to do with releasing the buffalo, but they knew that Coyote was a great schemer and they waited for him to explain. "I shall change myself into a killdeer," Coyote said. "In the morning when Humpback's son goes down to the spring to get water, he will find a killdeer with a broken wing. He will want this bird for a pet and will take it back into the house. Once I am in the house I can fly into the corral, and the cries of a killdeer will frighten the buffalo into a stampede. They will come charging out through Humpback's house and be released upon the Earth."
The people thought this was a good plan, and the next Morning when Humpback's son came down the path to the spring he found a killdeer with a crippled wing. As Coyote had foreseen, the boy picked up the bird and carried it into the house.
"Look here," the boy cried. "This is a very good bird!"
"It is good for nothing!" Humpback shouted. "All the birds and animals and people are rascals and schemers." Above his fierce nose Humpback wore a blue mask, and through its slits his eyes glittered. His basket headdress was shaped like a cloud and was painted black with a zig-zag streak of yellow to represent lightning. Buffalo horns protruded from the sides.
"It is a very good bird," the boy repeated.
"Take it back where you found it!" roared Humpback, and his frightened son did as he was told.
As soon as the killdeer was released it returned to where the people were camped and changed back to Coyote. "I have failed," he said, "but that makes no difference. I will try again in the morning. Perhaps a small animal will be better than a bird."
The next morning when Humpback's son went to the spring, he found a small dog there, lapping at the water. The boy picked up the dog at once and hurried back into the house. "Look here!" he cried. "What a nice pet I have."
"How foolish you are, boy!" Humpback growled. "A dog is good for nothing. I'll kill it with my club."
The boy held tight to the dog, and started to run away crying.
"Oh, very well," Humpback said. "But first let me test that animal to make certain it is a dog. All animals in the world are schemers." He took a coal of fire from the hearth and brought it closer and closer to the dog's eyes until it gave three rapid barks. "It is a real dog," Humpback declared. "You may keep it in the buffalo corral, but not in the house."
This of course was exactly what Coyote wanted. As soon as darkness fell and Humpback and his son went to sleep, Coyote opened the back door of the house. Then he ran among the buffalo, barking as loud as he could. The buffalo were badly frightened because they had never before heard a dog bark. When Coyote ran nipping at their heels, they stampeded toward Humpback's house and entered the rear door. The pounding of their hooves awakened Humpback, and although he jumped out of bed and tried to stop them, the buffalo smashed down his front door and escaped.
After the last of the shaggy animals had galloped away, Humpback's son could not find his small dog. "Where is my pet?" he cried. "Where is my little dog?"
"That was no dog," Humpback said sadly. "That was Coyote the Trickster. He has turned loose all our buffalo."
Thus it was that the buffalo that were released to scatter over all the Earth.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The Camellias Are Beginning to Put On Their Show!

The peppermints are first... and with this fantastic weather we have been having...
the bees were in full force today!  The lovely rain we received this evening
should help them really put on a show.
 Like a beautiful pink camellia that's how you appear to me

That bloom in chilly August on it's dark green mother tree

So bright and fresh and pretty in the wintery wind and rain
That's how you've always looked to me and that's how you will remain.

 The beautiful camellia flower that blooms fresh and young today

In two or three weeks if that long will have gone into decay

For flowers have such a brief span they quickly fade away
But in sixty years of living your beauty with you stay.


 I feel privileged and grateful for to have you as a friend

And I will love you and respect you until my life will end

You are warm and kind hearted and well loved and well known
And it's due to you and to you only that into a better person I have grown.



You are wise and quite intelligent and beautiful to behold

And you don't have a gray hair on your head and you never will grow old
And on your sixtieth birthday you still look beautiful to me

Like the young and pretty pink flower on the green camellia tree. 

Francis Duggan

Monday, December 26, 2011

Season's Greetings!


Merry Christmas!!
from
The Flying Orchid





Monday, October 3, 2011

Within My Garden, rides a Bird

by Emily Dickinson

Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel --
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill --
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose --
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,
Till every spice is tasted --
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres --
And I rejoin my Dog.
And He and I, perplex us,
If positive, 'twere we --
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity --
But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye --
to just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

Friday, January 28, 2011

Waiting On Spring

Moon Shadow wants to know when the green stuff gets here?
Me too!!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

New Arrivals

Not growing in the garden... but out in the pasture!
The newest addition to our horse family...

Moon Shadow.

A beautiful Straight Egyptian, Al Khamsa Arabian filly.
Pictured here at 12 hours old.
Mom is very proud... and so am I!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Beautiful Fall...

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
Emily Dickinson

Love the fall! Bright, clear skies. Crisp air. And the scent of smoke about
as yards are raked... the crunchy remains of the summer
removed and the plants enjoy a much deserved
rest.
Wonderful evenings spent with the family out by the fire.
Discussing the week to come.
And what to plan for next weekend!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Flowers Everywhere You Look!!

This time of year, there is so much more to see along with the gorgeous turning trees
and cool weather flowers. I enjoyed my usual walk around Wiggins for the annual
merchants Halloween Trick-or-Treating!










Saturday, October 30, 2010

Favorite Time of Year

Happy Halloween!!



Relief
by Jesse, leadmare.com
As the world whips by
I hear the beat of my horse's pounding hooves
The concerns and worries of life rushing away
In a fury of wind and leaves.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Patience

The garden is free of leaves, branches and winter scatter. I was at Wal-Mart yesterday and saw ladies purchasing tomato plants... pepper plants... and all kinds of annual flowers. I am thinking it would be best to wait... two more weeks perhaps.

The horses are not shedding their winter coats yet. Which tells me, the cold weather is not over!!

Patience!

And I have so very little of it.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Pansies at the Pond

Playing with the layout... will probably have to edit a couple of times... also playing with a different camera (as mine quit... my new digitial SLR will be here Monday... Yippee!!)

An angle can make a complete difference. Aperture setting.
And then you get a completely different look.
Isn't Photography fun??!!
Enjoy your flowers.



Friday, February 26, 2010

Early Spring Visitors

Like a beautiful pink camellia that's how you appear to me
That bloom in chilly August on it's dark green mother tree
So bright and fresh and pretty in the wintery wind and rain
That's how you've always looked to me and that's how you will remain.
The beautiful camellia flower that blooms fresh and young today
In two or three weeks if that long will have gone into decay
For flowers have such a brief span they quickly fade away
Francis Duggan
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.
D.H. Lawrence (1916)
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!
The climbing sun with new recovered powers
Does warm thee into being, through the ring
Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling
Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers
Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing
To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;
To fill the lonely with a joy untold;
Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. Always bold
To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April's sun, for thou hast caught his gold.
Amy Lowell
The hens are out enjoying the sun in their favorite dusting hole! Soon there will be scads of fuzzy bundles following their mother around the yard. Baby chicks are indeed a "flower of spring"

And Broosty Roosty is awaiting his chance to nail me when I turn my back and the opportunity arises! He is a sneaky little dickens.