The other day Baxter and I went out to check the cows, and I couldn't believe the enticing aroma wafting in the breeze. I stopped the 4-wheeler and just sat there for a bit enjoying the sweet smells of the summer pasture. Mmm...
The field is covered in little white flowers, which I think resemble some type of small daisies, and The Farmer thinks that it is a weed called Snowcap. But whatever they are, they make the fields look beautiful.
Look at this baby! He was born in March.
Not bad for 3 months old.
Unfortunately, when The Farmer was bringing in the bales of hay, the mama bird (I assume) about worked herself to death, because she is nested in front of the gate where he brings in the bales. So every time he brought a bale through the gate she would begin her ritual.
We are not the only ones awaiting the arrival of these new babies—so is the cat!
Update: The eggs are missing! I don't believe it was the cat's doing, because there is no physical evidence. So I choose to believe that the mama and daddy birdies rolled their eggs off to safety where no human being nor cat being will be able to ever harm them.
(I Do believe in fairies; I DO believe in fairies...)
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