The Wild Cry

Indian Paintbrush is my wife's favorite flower, and we have nice stands of it in the pasture this spring.
Indian Paintbrush is my wife’s favorite flower, and we have nice stands of it in the pasture this spring.
This bird egg was in a nest in an access panel in the RV. As much as I hate to kill critters, there was no way to clean it out without destroying these eggs. Each was about the size of a small grape.
This bird egg was in a nest in an access panel in the RV. As much as I hate to kill critters, there was no way to clean it out without destroying these eggs. Each was about the size of a small grape.

I would be remiss in my countryly duties if I didn’t mention that it is late spring in the bucolic splendor of southeastern Oklahoma. Of note…

  • Max the Chihuahua got out of the fenced front yard tonight. When Abby and I discovered he was gone, I expected to see him in the south pasture, chasing one of the numerous Eastern Cottontails we’ve seen lately. When I walked around the corner of the house, I saw him doing exactly that. He didn’t catch the rabbit, but I was proud of him anyway.
  • There are good wildflowers in the pasture, including Winecup, Indian Blanket, and Indian Paintbrush.
  • While parking the mower, I spotted a bird emerging from the refrigerator access panel on the RV. When I took the panel off, I found enough straw and feathers to stuff a travel pillow, plus about eight small eggs and a dead, desiccated bird.

It’s starting to feel like summer.

Since I only see one at a time, I can only verify that we have one of these rabbits living on our patch.
Since I only see one at a time, I can only verify that we have one of these rabbits living on our patch.

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  1. Although these eggs did not hatch, I am struck with the power of nature’s optimism.

    Nature is opportunistic.
    Nature is persistent.
    Nature wins.

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