Farm Babies

Western King bird or as we call it around here

Fly Catcher

This mama was carrying her brood around on her back

 when my son discovered her and scooped them up and put them in the jar

(just long enough to show me and then I made him promptly let them go---far, far away....)

A young fledgling dove that was raised over head of my sun room office

newly hatched chicks--odds are they will all be cockerels

(my babies now all grown and flown the coop)

robins

first steps

horned toad

adorable baby cotton tail rabbit-----until they start munching the lettuce and beans---

then they aren't "so cute"

a new batch of "Poly-frogs" as we call them here at the farm

sunning themselves on a rock

the toads are raised in the small pond at the little red house and then transferred

to the greenhouses and gardens

POCKETS

 

The last time I was down at the farm

it was snowing.  I threw on my old, heavy work coat and 

 stuck my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. 

 

This is what I found in my pocket:

 

metal buttons of various sizes,

an "ugly" rock....hum, I usually pick up the ones that have a variety of colors and

 interesting shapes so I can put them in the thick glass,  rock collection jar.

A real glass, vintage crystal from one of my chandeliers.

Nails, screws, and one ear plug,

and something I have in about every pocket I own,

bits and pieces of seed packets.

I carried around a hand- pieced quilt square for the longest time,

never could figure out why it was in my coat pocket.

 I don't know what happened to it,

now I will need to make one more to have enough for the quilt.

 

 

Made me think about the "good ole days"

I reminisced of the many things I have carried around in my pockets over the years.

 

 

Tucked into my shirt pocket you would often find

 

 snakes

the small water snakes from McGregor's pond wouldn't climb out

 like the blow snakes would

 

 

 

 

 

horned toads

 

 

lizards

 

 

In my bib-overall pockets would be:

bits of rope,

bent, twisted, pieces of wood to whittle on

a small, single bladed, bright yellow pocket knife to do the whittlin' with.

Always had a piece or two of balin' wire

you could fix anything if you had a piece of balin' wire,

and also used it to unplug the nozzles of the hand sprinkler lines when they filled with dirt.

Broken pieces of thick, colored glass -purple, blue and green- to look at the sun through.

(probably not a wise idea)

 A big chunk of clear, salt rock I'd busted off the large chunk of salt rock out in the cow pasture to munch on.

(probably not very sanitary)

A sling that was made from the tongue of an old leather shoe and it's long leather laces.

(oh, the stories I could tell)

 

Aren't pockets a wonderful invention.