Red Dirt Farm

Ramblings and Photos from a Country Life

I had this dream last night, I was traveling around the world seeing beautiful amazing places.  I was quite moved by everything I was experiencing and wanted to take photos, I kept pressing the button but my camera wouldn’t respond.

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I had come across his path several times recently, on my way to the farm stand or the vegetable garden.

On this particular occasion, our eyes locked and we each stood our ground.  Finally, I asked him what his name is and he replied “Noble.”  I had no reason not to believe this was truth. Continue reading

We stood still – eyes locked, playing the game of who will blink first.

The bear and I.

I was closing up the chicken coops the other night when I looked up and there she was – Mrs. Bear in all her growly big self.

I can tell you, I blinked first.  I wanted to run screaming like a school girl.  But instead, I calmly called for Boo dog to come and get in the house.

I recalled all the bear education literature I had read when we went to Yellow Stone National Park, some years ago.  Don’t run was the first rule.  They will outrun you in a heartbeat.

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A light drizzle is surrounding me as I wander through the gardens cutting flowers to put in the farmstand.  It is sunrise, only the sun isn’t shining.  The humidity seems high and the gnats are horrible and the mosquitoes are biting.  I’m hot and my body heat is steaming up my glasses so that I can’t see. I couldn’t be happier.  Birds are busily going about their morning routines, the chickens are still in the coops, protesting loudly that they want out.   A large red-tailed hawk swooped down behind the big hen house and went after a nest of Robins.   The tranquil bliss was brought to an end.  The hawk has been hanging around here for about a week.  Most disturbing to our little piece of paradise.

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You can feel it.

The earth is ready to shake off her winter blanket.  There are quiet stirrings and subtle shuffling of the layers.

The robins are singing sweetly at sunup.

The scent in the air is different too.


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