Flying Through Summer

I’m flying through summer sort of like this Purple Martin. 

It might not be prudent to fly for too long without looking where you are headed but when there is so much going on around you how do you even have time to look ahead to the next week?

Tonight was the first night in the 16 days the kids have been off school that I’ve had a breather to look around and start picking up the house… and the garage… and the yard… and the trucks…

It was like an archaeological dig.

On top of the couch was the bag of dress clothes I wore to the funeral of a family friend this morning. Hiding under that was the miscellaneous items the kids dropped on their way in the door from the summer solstice party we were at yesterday. The garage was heaped with the camping things from earlier in the week. And under it all was a thick layer of capoeira debris from a solid week of workshops and events. Drum making materials mixed with extra instruments on the mantel, cord dying equipment still on the table, boxes of un-sold shirts by the stove and stinky workout clothes in all the corners. Feed for the new goslings can be found under the camping equipment in the garage. And if you dig deep enough in the truck you can still find the remains of the tools we brought north to build bunk beds at the family cabin. Buried beneath it all on the table was a mountain of papers the girls brought home on the last day of school.

The fridge is mostly devoid of food and the laundry, clean and dirty, is piled high. But the good times have been plentiful and now I’ll have some time to work on the mess we left in our wake…

 

… but first I have two weddings to celebrate…

 

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My Oldest Frenemy

I saw my oldest frenemy over the weekend.

I was really happy to see him but my toes were sort of scared.

Yes, that is a turkey vulture.

Yes, I used to work with him.

Yes, he is a ham.

Yes, he bit my toes.

No, I didn’t wear real shoes then either.

Yes, he got car sick.

No, that’s actually worse than it sounds.

Yes, I love him anyway.

 

V is for …. Vulture

Turkey Vulture if you want to be specific.

I always know when they are flying over the house because my bird dog came with a Vulture Alert System.

Perhaps it’s the frustration of having big bird that he can’t point leisurely sail by, perhaps he suspects that there is something smelly and dead nearby that he doesn’t get to roll in, or maybe he just hates vultures.   Whatever the reason, he goes tearing across the lawn barking at them.

Every.

Single.

Time.

I guess it works, they’ve never tried to infiltrate his yard and it is a very handy habit if you need a “V” picture…

 

Photo blogging my way through the alphabet with:

Winter Birding

Junco

“There is an unreasonable joy to be had from the observation of small birds going about their bright, oblivious business”
― Grant Hutchison, The Complete Lachlan

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Sky Blue Daze suggested I participate in the 3 Day Quote challenge. I thought it sounded good, but then I found out, there were rules.

  • Post on 3 consecutive days
  • Post one to three quotes per day
  • Challenge three different bloggers each day

Rules…

I’m not so good with arbitrary rules, but I’m pretty good at making up new ones!

So, instead of nominating three new bloggers to participate every day I’m instead going to introduce you to one a day. Partially because I’m contrary like that but mostly because I sincerely hope that you will all follow my link and find a new fantastic blogger on the other end. And, if said fantastic blogger wants to share some quotes in the next few days that’s just a bonus.

Today I highly recommend you visit Summer Crow Photos.  Her photos of rural Pennsylvania are amazing. The line of cows in Keeping Warm are my current favorite but I love them all from the activity in Harvesting to the still life in Cherries. And, as if that’s not enough, she sometimes post photos of her visits to Assateague Island. Yes Marguerite Henry fans, that Assateague Island!

Please, go check her photos out and say hello while you are at it, all us bloggers love comments!

Pheasant feathers

Close up they are a magnificent riot of color.

You’d think these birds would stand out like a sore thumb in a field of wheat stubble.pheasant in wheat stubble

But, with a subtle turn and a duck of the head,pheasants in wheat stubble

they all but vanish!

Taken on a super blustery day one bird is head down and hiding while the others tail gets blown over his head!

Taken on a super blustery day one bird is head down and hiding while the others tail gets blown over his head!

 

I had written this as a back up post for this month of crazy daily posting. I figured that some day life would take over and the blogging just wouldn’t happen. 

I didn’t suspect that it would be the day we returned home after the long holiday weekend at 10:45 pm.  I didn’t guess that my post for the day would be already written. Or that after we transferred sleeping girls to bed and I went to start a fire to get the chilly house heated up the wood stove would inexplicably belch smoke back into the house…. but that’s what happened…