Red Dirt Farm and Studio

What is good about being buried under a pile of snow?

The days are starting to get longer, and I know that spring isn’t far away.

Though we are covered in a blanket of snow and ice

I know that down below there are bulbs ever so slowly

making their way above the soil.

Soon we will be rewarded with beautiful blooms.

When I step outside, with snow-covered boots I hear

a song in the air from a thousand happy birds.

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This past week we have gone through almost 70 pounds of birdseed.

Every one of those pounds has provided me with endless hours of entertainment.

This week as we endured frozen pipes and no electricity, I was grateful

that the frustratingly slow process of our house renovation is currently at a stand still.

I would hate to think how miserable it would have been, with walls torn out and a roof torn apart.

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The fur babies and I wrapped up in layers of blankets and soaked in the sunshine through the window.

Betsy Beagle tried to figure out a way to get under the blankets on my lap.

Mr. Bonez reminded her she was a lowly dog and should remain in her bed on the floor.

I held all the cats and did some reading, but

mostly I sat in my chair and watched the bird activity through the windows.

Like watching Cornelius Crow through the foggy kitchen window as he tries to eat from the feeder,

that isn’t quite big enough for him.

The entire crow clan invites themselves to dine inside the chicken yard.

My story is that Lucy and Ethyl share their food willingly now,

knowing that their generosity will pay off in the future when

Cornelius and his family protect them from Mr. and Mrs. Hawk.

It’s a good story, so I’m sticking to it.

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I hope you enjoy the view through my window as much as I did.

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