Morning coffee, the dump woodpecker @ more
I dunno now what happens while you're having your morning coffee, but here's how it is @ the Windmill Ranch.
First of all, it's incredibly cool. How it goes from perfect weather to hot still amazes me. But that's not the point.
We have the 40' porch that wraps around the front and south of the pavilion. The back, stone porch runs the full length and faces the east. It really is a tough choice to decide which porch for morning 'waking up.'
But that's just the beginning. If I sit on the front porch, I have an endless wild prairie that's dotted with mesquite, sunflowers, wildflowers and blue sky. If I choose the back, it's under a grove of soapberry trees and swarming with humming birds.
Usually, I sit in our red willow chairs on the front porch and that's when it happens.
First, there's a tap, tap.. tapping. Normally, I miss the source the first time. But then, it's there again. Usually by 7:45-8:00am. Tap, tap... tapping. It's always to my left.
It's like clockwork, everyday. It's a big woodpecker tryin' to pry his/her way into an antique, metal milk jug. He or she will bang, bang and bang.. then fly off. Then, it'll try again.
Lola, Curly (the dogs) and I wait almost daily for this persistent pecker to budge the metal.
If that's not weird enough, try this. The scissortails constantly entangle themselves in a dogfight. Zooming, diving and talking at whirlwind speed. They're like those fighters from the old John Wayne movies.
Then just this morning, a big bird (not the big bird) came straight for me from the sunflower field. I thought "what's this." I've seen a lot, but this isn't normal.
It was a big, tom turkey. I've seen 'em fly 50' or so. But this one musta been showing off. He flew from the west side of Lavender land, straight to the pavilion (that's 150yds). Then, he soared upward and over the trees.
It happened at precisely 7:57am because I looked at my watch whenmy hot coffee spilled down my lip onto my chin.
So, join u. Who knows what you'll see one morning. And by the way, if we'll clean up the spill and refill your mug.
Bill Robertson.
First of all, it's incredibly cool. How it goes from perfect weather to hot still amazes me. But that's not the point.
We have the 40' porch that wraps around the front and south of the pavilion. The back, stone porch runs the full length and faces the east. It really is a tough choice to decide which porch for morning 'waking up.'
But that's just the beginning. If I sit on the front porch, I have an endless wild prairie that's dotted with mesquite, sunflowers, wildflowers and blue sky. If I choose the back, it's under a grove of soapberry trees and swarming with humming birds.
Usually, I sit in our red willow chairs on the front porch and that's when it happens.
First, there's a tap, tap.. tapping. Normally, I miss the source the first time. But then, it's there again. Usually by 7:45-8:00am. Tap, tap... tapping. It's always to my left.
It's like clockwork, everyday. It's a big woodpecker tryin' to pry his/her way into an antique, metal milk jug. He or she will bang, bang and bang.. then fly off. Then, it'll try again.
Lola, Curly (the dogs) and I wait almost daily for this persistent pecker to budge the metal.
If that's not weird enough, try this. The scissortails constantly entangle themselves in a dogfight. Zooming, diving and talking at whirlwind speed. They're like those fighters from the old John Wayne movies.
Then just this morning, a big bird (not the big bird) came straight for me from the sunflower field. I thought "what's this." I've seen a lot, but this isn't normal.
It was a big, tom turkey. I've seen 'em fly 50' or so. But this one musta been showing off. He flew from the west side of Lavender land, straight to the pavilion (that's 150yds). Then, he soared upward and over the trees.
It happened at precisely 7:57am because I looked at my watch whenmy hot coffee spilled down my lip onto my chin.
So, join u. Who knows what you'll see one morning. And by the way, if we'll clean up the spill and refill your mug.
Bill Robertson.
posted by Windmill Ranch @ 6:16 PM
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