Chat
on a wheel line sprinkler
beetle in bill

Cuckoo
kuk-kuk-kuk-kaow’ing
in the Sunrise

but Bull’s a-Moon-in’
and a-spoonin’
the cow, Flame,

“Come wiz me to de cowzbah!”
he chortles to his latest squeeze …
birds, and bees

The first maturing mesquite pods are turning color, the cycles of the years come around faster and faster and it is time already to keep the herd sequestered here or there so that the seeds are deposited where we’d like them to be, either in the path of the big rototiller come September (if it comes) or where the winter pasture a year from now will be laid out and cleaned of its erstwhile bosque-ette before that cultivation and seeding of grasses is done.

A pair of Great-blue Herons fly away from The Stockpond.