Behold a Giant Muh

The Wild Cry

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.

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…

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.
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