Life is always a rich and steady time
when you are waiting
for something to happen or hatch.
From Charlotte's Web
E.B. White could have been describing life on a farm in the spring. Randy has been planting corn. We've again opened the pasture gates that were slammed shut and padlocked last fall. Next week, even more mamas and their babies will begin to dine on tender green grass which blankets the pastures after timely spring rains.
Those scenes are part of the ebb and flow of a spring season on the farm. .
On Saturday, Randy had noticed a nest on top of the 4-wheeler ramps. He excitedly told me about the two pretty blue eggs nestled inside the precariously perched nest in the storage shed. Since it wasn't at our house, I didn't take time to look that day.
... while we used the 4-wheeler ramps for their intended purpose - loading and unloading into the pickup.
On Tuesday, we moved another group of mamas and babies to the Ninnescah Pasture. And we also discovered a surprise. The nest now held four beautiful blue eggs!
Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul.
Hope can even happen before the feathers. Hope can be bright blue eggs in a cluttered farm shed. It's just what we needed right about now.