Holy Father, your sunrise of a thousand pastel colors accompanied by birdsong praises you. Thank you for showing me your glory and reminding me of your abiding presence. When with others, I pray that they will see you and that we together will not be distracted from the path that leads us home.
We’ve been telling folks that we’ve been “moved-in” for weeks. If we mean by “moved-in” that all our stuff is on the premises, we were right. In some ways, however, we haven’t quite been “moved-in” until recently. There is a certain amount of personal touches needed to turn the corner of bringing not only stuff, but personality. Although there is still much to be done to get everything just so, I think we’ve turned the corner.
One of the major contributions was the lovely work Janet did on the front porch. She worked her magic arranging plants, bird baths, and yard art to make the entry quite inviting. Now our front porch has her personality, touch, and feel. This is our little corner of the universe. It is where her touch is evident and it is where I want to be.
There is a day
when the road neither
comes nor goes, and the way
is not a way but a place.
– Wendell Berry
We’ve been enjoying the nest we have in our small oak tree out front. The birds have built it about chest high so we can check-in on the progress of the young ones occasionally. I’m pleased to report that all is well with our new brood, except the nest is getting crowded. The little ones are getting bigger. We’ve always called these birds scissortails. Here’s what Widipedia had to say…
The Scissor-tailed Flycatcher (Tyrannus forficatus) is a long-tailed insect-eating bird closely related to the kingbirds.
Adult birds have grey upper parts and light underparts with pinkish flanks. They have dark wings and an extremely long black tail. Immature birds are duller in colour and have a shorter tail.
Their breeding habitat is open shrubby country with scattered trees in the south central United States and northeastern Mexico. They build a cup nest in a tree or shrub on a branch, sometimes using artificial sites such as telephone poles. The male performs a spectacular aerial display during courtship with his long tail streaming out behind him. Both parents feed the young. Like other kingbirds, they are very aggressive in defending their nest.
They migrate to southern Mexico and Central America. They regularly stray to the ocean coasts of the US and are occasional visitors to southern Canada.
These birds feed mainly on insects which they catch by waiting on a perch and then flying out to catch them in flight. They also eat some berries.
This is the state bird of Oklahoma.
From what has been observed so far, it looks like Wiki has nailed it. I’m grateful that our neighboring state of Oklahoma (about 25 miles away) allowed one pair to drift down for us to enjoy. Hopefully, these little ones will be getting about the business of catching flies soon.
She was running short on patience with the “byproducts” being left on the porch each night. She wondered what manner of critter has been prowling around on the premises and decided to dig out the trap and see if it could be caught. The trap went out last night and, just before the morning spin, I noticed that trap had been sprung!
Hey, sweetheart, isn’t that one of the critters that you consider a “beneficial”? I’m not sure, but your friend here looks a little agitated this morning.
A comfortable 70-degree summer morning, a few quiet minutes of spinning the pedals, and a magnificent sunrise. Nice combination, eh?
So its been a few weeks now and trying to figure out how to mow three acres of chest-high grass with a push mower has alluded me. Fortunately, with family and friends, a solution has been offered; buy a tractor. I wonder why I didn’t think of that earlier? Maybe it has something to do with the dollar sign followed by five figures.
Not to be stopped by petty obstacles, family and friends enthusiastically suggest…”Rent a tractor!” So I call the local rent-a-tractor dealer, and the conversation goes something like this…
Me – I need to rent a tractor to do some mowing and dirt moving on a 3-acre homesite.
Them – No problem, we’ve got just what you need. You need a tractor with a 5-foot brush cutter and a front-end loader.
Me – Excellent. How much?
Them – We’ll, it’s way more than you make per day, but its just what you need.
Me – Oh. Would it be less per day if I rented by the week?
Them – Yes, slightly, and you still have to actually do all the work yourself, but its just what you need.
Me – Oh. Okay. Can I pick it up tomorrow?
Them – Nope. Not till Thursday.
Me – Oh. Okay. I understand you have these things on a trailer so I can just hitch-up to my truck and drive away, right?
Them – Nope. the tractor is not actually ON the trailer, but we have trailers you can borrow.
Me – Oh. Okay. So…can I pull this trailer and tractor combo with my half-ton pick-up?
Them – (muffled laughter) I wouldn’t.
So here’s where I think I stand. I’ve got to go find a 3/4 ton pickup to drive to Denton, pay more than I earn in a week, and hook up a trailer. Then I’ve got to figure out how to drive a tractor up a ramp (I assume) and stop it before rolling over the edge of the trailer and into someone else’s pickup. Then I’ve got to drive it home and do all the work myself and return all the heavy equipment that I hopefully haven’t damaged while trying to learn how to use it.
I think I’ll go back out and look in on the birds. Fortunately, they’ve built that nest low enough that I don’t need heavy machinery to see it.
The ride this morning was spectacular. I’ve got a photo that, as usual, doesn’t quite show it like it really was. But first, a couple of other ponderings…
One of the things to discover about rural living is there are more bugs. Where there are bugs, there are spiders. I don’t like spiders, but my intelligent eco-sensitive gardener wife says they are not “spiders”…they are “beneficials”. Yeah, well, they’re still scary.
In addition to learning a few things from my wife, I’ve learned a few things from my father-in-law. While cruising along a nice county road in the middle of lovely north Texas ranch land, I went through a sparsely populated forested area. An obscured sign caught my attention. My father-in-law knows what this says…do you? (as with most photos I post here, you can click on it for a larger view)
Now back to the photo that doesn’t quite show it like it really was. One of those nice county roads is Sam Bass Road. This road seems to provide access to ranch homes for folks who own larger pieces of land. It also seems to be the kind of beautiful rolling countryside land that might promote envy in the less disciplined of us.
I’m blessed to live in a place like this. A place where prime cycling and scenic views are common. I’m blessed to be out here in a more rural setting…even with the so called “beneficials”.
Since we’ve moved to rural north Texas, everything is a little more spread out. Now, a bike ride around the block is 3 miles long. It is a pleasant ride and one I like to take when lacking time. There was a short window yesterday between the afternoon thunderstorms and evening darkness. So I took a short ride around the block.
As the rain fell in sheets and the thunder boomed, I had given up hope on riding today. But it didn’t last long, the roads dried, and a window opened before dark. Plenty of time to noodle along the 3-mile loop…and dream about longer rides to come in the days ahead.