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The past few weeks have found me looking towards the sky first thing in the morning, hoping to see or smell some sign of rain.
The rain we got on Saturday helped, but it is , getting very dry for this early in the year, and we | need some more before • much longer.
The weather folks are saying that last month was the driest March since they have been keeping records.
I put some onions in the ground the other day, and when I did, I accidentally uncovered a couple of hills of potatoes that we had planted before St. Patrick’s Day.
Poor things have dried up to little nubbins.
If they had tongues, they would be hanging out.
We need several days of good, long soaking rain.
A newborn
tries his legs
While getting my early glance out the weather window this morning, I watched a newborn calf up in Randy Clark’s field.
He was a beautiful, tiny, little thing, as black as coal, and he looked to be trying to establish for himself just what he was supposed to be.
He followed a pair of Canada geese around for a long time.
They kept moving away from him, and he would trot right along behind. Hope he doesn’t get the wrong imprint on his malleable little brain for who his mama is supposed to be.
I’ll have to listen for his first vocalizations, and I’ll let you know if he is bleating or honking. The birds of spring
Jim Bywaters tells me the purple martins are back, and that they arrived the same day and almost the same hour that they have arrived for the last four years. I find that truly incredible.
Jim is our local expert on the purple martins, and has many nesting pairs. So far,
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