Hubby was watching the weather this morning. “It’s supposed to snow in the Rocky’s, up to two feet.”
This led my mind on a tangent, back many years. We had made a road trip with young children to California in late April. Our trip back included driving through Colorado.
We took an extra day, to visit places Hubby remembered from his childhood. A lovely day, so fine in fact, that we purchased some camping essentials to spend the night at a camping area we found.
Hubby purchased a fishing pole and license then headed to a nearby stream for some trout fishing.
The kids and I hiked around the camping area, enjoying the mountains and glimpses of animals.
About noon, the temperature began to drop, and snow began to fall. Late in the afternoon, a ranger came by, advising us to ‘leave, unless you are prepared to stay several days’.
We packed up, not being in a position to do be ‘snowbound’.
The snow followed us past Denver, piling up 6+ inches on slick winding roads, assuring us that leaving was the right decision.
Today, I think back, all because of a weather report.
Recently a friend challenged me to post a series of ‘nature photos’.
I went through my archived pictures and chose seven that I felt were rather ‘special’, at least they are to me.
Then, I added my all time favorite, the misty morning with the Bible verse.
No matter what the weather or the events of the day, it is important to find something GOOD in the day and rejoice.
A new year has begun.
I thought would share a couple of photos that I particularly enjoyed from 2015.
This little fellow was a recent visitor ‘out back’ in the woods east of our home on Sunrise Ridge.
great white heron on Current River
Recently, several of our chickens have gone missing.
We are now down to four hens and one young chicken.
They are free range critters and only go into the coop at night or to lay eggs in the nest boxes. Not long ago, Hubby found a large black snake in the coop. It is no longer there.
Over the last couple of weeks, the outside dogs have been raising a ruckus at night, and a few times I have heard snarling noises around the place.
Yesterday, after the loss of two more of the young chickens we were out checking the game camera and there for us to see was a bobcat. May or may not be the decimater of chickens, but the evidence surly points that way.
In a court of law, I am pretty sure said bobcat would be convicted on circumstantial evidence.
We’ve had the live trap set for a few days, maybe we will catch the culprit, without losing any more chickens.
We went camping on the Mississippi River last week with family. Tents, no electricity, no running water.
“Real” camping, well sort of, I admit, we had portable sanitary facilities and propane stoves for cooking.
The stars were so bright along the river that you could see well without the lantern or flashlights. The campfire made a welcome glow late in the evening.
Night cries of owls, coyotes and herons complimented the quiet hours.
A fine added touch was watching a recreated paddle boat travel past one afternoon.
It only takes a moment to go back 100 years or so
Yes, it was a grand trip, and it makes us really appreciate hot showers when we get home.
Plenty of work for Dad to bring home enough groceries
The bluebirds are arriving
Today, I noted the arrival of the first eastern bluebirds to Sunrise Ridge this year.
Early on, I could hear the male calling to inform others that he was staking his territory as he f9litted through the bare branches outside the window.
A bit later, Hubby and I were outside and we caught sight of a prospective new tenant checking the nest box on the pine tree.
We will be watching to see what happens.
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It was not quite like the Ray Stevens song, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K16fG1sDagU but it did bring this to mind in quite a unique way.
On a bright Sunday morning, it is not unusual to walk into church and be greeted with a variety of scents. People are dressed up, and aftershave, perfume and lotions have been applied.
Yesterday however, at our little rural church parishoners were greeted with something completely different and sinus opening. The church basement had been visited this week by a skunk, and this little black and white vandal had left its mark! The odor permeated the small building!
Febreeze and open windows on a chilly February morning got us through the morning service, without a hitch. In fact, we had a great and moving service.
Pastor has determined the unwelcome guest was no longer in the basement and the hole it had used to access the space has been closed.
At least we all hope so!