Sunday, August 24, 2008


A close to dark evening walk to the back of the field with the dogs....The farm juvenile hawk squealing above as he floated and soared along with us....Budding goldenrod interspersed with purple ironweed and delicate Queen Ann's Lace...Two deer awaiting us at the back of the field, taking a chance on our harmlessness until instinct reminded them to dart away...Buddha's sweet smile.

Clouds rollin' in...Hoping big time for some rain.

1 comment:

i am very mary said...

We have a pair of juvenile hawks, and I love theis squeaks:) Tonight I heard an owl - first I've heard from him since last fall. And did I mention that I saw a gorgeous tawny coyote 2 days ago? I immediately thought of Charlie!