Friday, June 21, 2013

What's in a name?

Bird Song Hill Farm

Don't ask me how many times I have changed this blogs name because I would most likely get into explaining to you how hard it is to take me out to a new restaurant.  This time it has stuck. Even before we purchased our property I was planning on giving this place a name. Like naming a child or animal you want a name that brings out personality and life. When I tell people where I live I want to impart on them the beauty that God has surrounded us with.  Even now as I sit here I can here the birds singing their morning greetings to each other in a very exuberant way. Yesterday was a frog strangler with the rain hardly letting up; all the birds stayed in there warm little nests waiting it out and it made for a very quiet day around here. Here is part of a song that will always make me think of our home here.
 The moon's on its way to its nightly shift, the frogs fill the creek below. The tall grass waves a farewell to the day, the wind moans sweet and low. A heron tucks his head in his wing, the fish in the lake float along. The sun sinks from sight: away, but never gone.
The dawn brings the dew like a thousand jewels, a nest rustles high on a bough. The blue egg stays warm in the cool of the morn, under a red breast of down. ] The clouds turn and stretch, the moon checks its wrist and gathers itself with a yawn, And winks to the sun: away, but never gone.
-Away but never gone, Wailin Jenny's- 
 
Over the last couple of weeks while we were finishing our chicken coop we kept seeing two Towhees that would chirp around us. I found their nest on the ground not 15 ft. from the coop. Its a miracle that we haven't stepped on it. I went and checked on the nest two days ago and I found three small  Towhees hatched!
Momma sitting on the nest

Took this picture this morning. I am guessing they are about 3 days old.