THE GOLDEN DAYS OF SUMMER The golden wheat fields and tall green fields with corn have been basking in the extremely hot summer sun. It’s been one of those uncommon summers where the Spanish heat has floated all the way to Holland chasing away an equally unusual cold and long spring. Nature suddenly exploded. The little black feral kitten which disappeared from the warmth and safety of the barn during a severe frost period last winter has survived. She suddenly reappeared introducing 2 little pitch black feral kittens with piercing green eyes to the barn before she disappeared again in the fields. Just old enough to flee when I appear, making it impossible to approach. One kitten more daring as the other flounders near me within a few days. Three little swallow hatchlings are yelling every morning when I enter the stable with their bright yellow beaks on display. Safely tucked away behind the stable bars this nest has been safe from birds raiding the nests without safety. It’s already the second round of chicks as the early nests have all flown out. Me occasionally having to rescue little first time flyers from trampling horse feet when the chick runs into a stable thinking it to be a safe place to hide. It takes practice to learn how to catch the wind underneath your tiny wings. One morning there was no yelling. As I look up there were 6 beady eyes looking down on me, following my every move. The fuzz around their head is shrinking. It won’t be long now before they spread their wings and fly away indicating that the end of summer is near. This morning there’s no squeaking. No beady eyes looking down on me. No mommy bird circling in front of the stable yelling for me to hurry up and get out. House for sale! The chicks have left the nest. The neighbors are moving out too. My eyes catch a little swallow learning how to fly through the bars frontier by ducking through the feeding hole. Mommy and her chickling continue to yell trying to coax the other little winged birdie out too. I leave them to their first lesson of independence. The golden field has been plowed and turned into a golden black mess ready for winter crop. The green fields are always last to go. Days go much more quickly living among fields and farms. Nature changes from hour to hour and this time there’s many thoughts and changes within me too. I have to make big decisions. Leaving back my life of reasonable health securities to take a leap of faith. mrwebsystems.nl/susiesblog/
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 07:20:03 +0000
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