I just wanted to go see the Wood Ducks. We aren’t running some kind of 8 legged dog park. Sheesh.
This little titmouse started playing hide and seek with Chris and I this evening.
I was sauntering down to the creek this morning to see if I could catch a glimpse of the Wood Ducks that have graced us with their presence once again, when I heard the cawing of migrating Sandhill Cranes above. They were circling with a lone vulture trying to fit in. Maybe the creek looked inviting next to the neighbors fallow corn field? Whatever the luck, I was fortunate enough to watch them meander across the sky. Happy Friday on the Sparkle Farm.
I had heard the tales and lore of this kind of flash flood. Bright and sunshiny while walking in a completely dry Walnut Creek bed this afternoon…