Bored? Never!

 What is it about a peek into someone else's life that intrigues us so?  I get it - truly - for there are blogs and vlogs that I love to follow.  They are glimpses into others' lives - mundane for them, most likely - but fascinating for me.  It is this thought that I cling to on those occasions when I feel that I have nothing terribly interesting to share with you.

When it comes down to it...all of our lives are filled with the ebb and flow of ordinary life.  Some moments are exciting, some joyful, some sorrowful, some sublimely peaceful.  None are boring.  At least, not to me.  

I spent most of yesterday morning in the vegetable garden - watering, weeding, and picking produce.  This quart of sugar peas would be added to a chicken teriyaki stir fry for supper.

While cleaning the pasture, I came upon this tiny bird nest that had blown out of a tree.  As you can see... it was made entirely of Moonbeam's mane hairs.  An absolute masterpiece of craftsmanship.  I have no idea what kind of bird makes these nests (they are too big for a hummingbird, and too small for most others).  We find them around the barn every summer. 

Yesterday afternoon, as I sat on the front porch enjoying the shade and a breeze, I considered all of the extraordinary, ordinary life happening all around me.  How grateful I was to bear witness to all of this beauty.

The sun rose high in an azure sky and shone through puffy, white clouds.

The dogs slept nearby, waking now and then to watch the wildlife around them... squirrels, birds, bees, and insects... all busy gathering food.

  All around me, the sound of birds.  I used the Cornell Merlin App to identify the songs around me.  In addition to those listed,

 I also heard the mournful cooing of doves and the tap-tap-tap of some type of woodpecker in the woods punctuated by an occasional "JAY!" of a bluejay, admonishing me for sitting so close to the bird feeders.

He was not the only one who minded my presence on the porch.  There were many eyes gazing from the safety of the trees... waiting for my exit so that they could safely land on the feeders.

The temptation of the suet feeder was too much for some - who decided to risk it. 

A downy woodpecker...

and his mate...

a red-bellied woodpecker...

a catbird...

Back and forth from trees to the feeders... taking turns with the offerings.

I've started a new knitting project from this book using some colorful Icelandic yarns.  It's been a few months since I've knitted.  This book is filled with so much inspiration!

Lately, I have had a lot of questions about the ages of my animals.  Here is the current list:

Moonbeam (Haflinger horse)  23

Red (miniature horse)  15

Daphne and Chloe (donkeys)  13

Donnie (pony)   @25

Scarlet (pony)   @15

Faith (sheep)  9

Ginger (pig)  13

Annie (dog)  10

Chester (dog)   7

Forrest (dog)   1

assorted cats - assorted ages!

chickens, ducks and guineas of assorted ages

We are all getting "up there" aren't we?

PS:  you are absolutely right... I do have a hard time dropping the extra "r" when writing the woodsy "forest"!!  

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