Lately, I have noticed hoards of Brewer’s Blackbirds congregating in the trees around the ten-acre ranch. They make their arrival well known as they fly in, finding perches in the tallest of trees, and making quite a racket all the while. I used to find the clamor of chatter and “chucking”, accompanied by shrill squeals, quite… More The Twenty-Four Hour Gift
While our niece Emily and nephew Sid were here for a week-long visit over winter vacation, we managed a lot of time outdoors. A recent ice storm and subsequent snowfall in Oklahoma provided excellent conditions for some Hillbilly skiing and sledding, and for finding clues in the fresh snow, such as animal tracks and scat, of recent visitors to our own woodlands. One… More Leonard The Bull Calf
I had to think long and hard about using the word Hillbilly in this post. Before ultimately deciding to go for it, I Googled the definition just to be sure. Folks, in some parts of the country, might consider the term insulting and derogatory but, at least to people in this area, reference to a hillbilly is… More What Hillbillies Do In Winter!
While walking the woodlands early this week, I quickly became frustrated with trying to find something of color to photograph. I supposed the evergreens, some of the oak trees with dried leaves hanging on, and a few of the berry shrubs offered a tiny bit of color to the landscape, but it was a gray day and it… More Winter’s Lady In Red