At the Farm

It’s the last day of Spring Break here, and Dawn and Rich took the kids to see a friend’s farm since they don’t get many chances to see livestock except at the zoo.

When we first entered the barn, it struck me that perhaps we were the ones being watched:

By the time we got to Rabbit hutches, though, the kids had finally gotten into the proper mood, perhaps because the Easter bunny isn’t too far away:

Though I enjoyed watching the kids with the animals, I couldn’t help but be attracted to the birds, particularly this Black-Capped Chickadee that appeared to be shopping for a nest:

I’ve managed to finish my taxes this week, haul in three truckloads of “potting soil? to fill up the new raised-garden beds and nearly finish the seats to finish off the back deck.

I think I’ll actually have time to get back to some poetry by Monday.

5 thoughts on “At the Farm

  1. Hi Loren,

    Of all your entries in the last 30 days, this one somehow made me feel the best. I can’t quite say why, but I felt it strongly enough to be compelled to tell you that.

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