We started out gray, then blue skies came by the time the dogs and I could leave for the farm.
Down on our corner, we came across this guy... but as I looked up at him... I noticed another bird in the background, circling down.
He made a run at this bird, knocking him off his perch. Look closely at him.
I wish, I wish I could have gotten it on camera, I was so stunned I didn't take pictures of it.
Here he is two minutes later, balancing precariously on the wires.
And here's the one who took his spot!
He was gorgeous.
This bird works a corner we go through often, even daily. It's a gravel road. When I stop, he usually takes off, but he let me take a bunch of pictures today.
When he pooped, I knew he was getting ready to go.
I just want you all to know that I never, EVER honk or do anything to
make the birds go. I know that stopping probably makes them nervous... but when they do
fly, it's 20 to 50 feet, to another tree. Rarely does one go further.
We stayed out at the old house for a while so that the dogs could run.
It was 49 degrees, but very breezy in the pasture. It wore Sis out.
She and I aren't spring chickens any more.
We actually came home on the highway, I didn't want to jounce the
dogs over the gravel roads again. It is very, very dry here, and the
gravel dust quotient is HUGE.
I blasted it with the hose before starting home. I literally couldn't see out of the back window!
Tomorrow, the six youngest grands are coming for an impromptu Valentines Day get-together.
We'll take pictures, as always!