Jake has pointed out to me that I had it all wrong last week. Having written my column on Feb. 28, I thought March 1 would be as cold and blustery as the last of February. Instead of coming in like a lion, March came in like a lamb, all sunshiny and warm and pleasant. Does that mean it will go out like a lion? We’ll just have to wait an see. Certainly last week kept getting colder until the weekend, but there is some yukky weather predicted for this week.
One of my neighbors stopped me on the road to tell me he has a huge flock of snow buntings in his field. They do seem to need a large territory to roam in. Here at the Garden we are seeing redpolls at both the window feeder and the hanging ones out back.
Last Friday I skied on the Bethel Inn’s Steeplechase trail, accessible just across the street from our back yard. I put on my pass and boots and toted the skis and poles over there and had a lovely ski in 24-degree sunshine on a beautiful, broad trail down to the golf course and around a loop and back up to the top behind neighbors’ houses. Mike had taken Jake there on a snowshoe walk earlier and came home to tell me I had to get my skis and give it a turn. Awfully glad I did.
In response to Jake’s column a few weeks ago, a note for him arrived from his old acquaintance, Prime Time Baby, the quarter horse from Winds of Bad Mountain Farm on the Flat Road, as well has her companion, mini-mule April Storm. Prime Time hastened to add that while April is only 47¾ inches tall, she weighs in at an un-mini 487 pounds.
Herewith the rest of Prime Time Baby’s note:
“We really enjoyed reading about some of your adventures since you became a “townie.” Now that you don’t walk by our farm most mornings, we have little or no news as to what is happening down the road. We even miss the little “calling cards” you sometimes left by the fir trees.
“There have been lots of birds feeding here this winter, but no wild turkeys. Did they move to town with you? The first red squirrel has already visited our garden, been trapped and relocated. A not-too-far neighbor has had a skunk on his deck.
“As I write, the radio says “more snow on the way again.” Which way to Tampa? There are two mourning doves nestled into the covered bird feeder. One dove is pinky grey, the other, blue grey. The bluejays and other birds have already gone to roost until the storm is over.
“Mother Nature deceived us. The winter wasn’t that bad until the first of February, then you-know-what broke loose. We’re not allowed to say that, even though we’ve heard it here before. Oh, well, enough said; we don’t want to miss our carrot cookies, do we?
“The deer are enjoying being fed at the neighbors, the tiny white lights are twinkling on the arbor, the furnace is running, the generator ready light is green, and the barn is still full of hay; all is well here. Across the world we can only hope for peaceful resolutions and good tomorrows.
“Good-by for now, Jake!”
Jake loved hearing from Prime Time and April and thanks them for their nice note. He also hopes to hear from more of you, canine, equine, feline, or human. You can reach him (and me) at firstname.lastname@example.org or 824-2917.