Yesterday when we walked around 9 a.m. it was brutal. Humidity made the air as thick as a malt. It wasn't that hot, but by the second lap, our breathing was labored.
Last night we vowed to walk early. I woke up at my usual time at 5:30 a.m. and I slipped out of bed to put on the coffee.
When Jilda smelled the javaroma, she got up and laced up her shoes. I learned long ago not to speak until she's had at least one cup of coffee, so we walked in silence.
As we walked by the barn, I heard a peculiar sound. My mind danced to and fro trying to pick up a thread of memory that provided a clue as to what was making the sound.
Then I heard the flapping of wings, and the caw of an adult crow. I realized what I was hearing was a nest of baby crows. I smiled at the realization.
Once we finished our walk, I poured us a cup of coffee and we sat on the deck and watched the morning come alive.
Just then a doe scampered out of the woods onto the field and headed for the apple tree. The corn I put out the night before was long gone, but I guess this little girls wanted to see if the corn fairy had come early.
I snapped a photo with my phone. You can barely see her in the field beneath the apple tree. I guess I'll have to adjust the summer feeding schedule to include an early morning cup for the early risers.
Last night we vowed to walk early. I woke up at my usual time at 5:30 a.m. and I slipped out of bed to put on the coffee.
When Jilda smelled the javaroma, she got up and laced up her shoes. I learned long ago not to speak until she's had at least one cup of coffee, so we walked in silence.
As we walked by the barn, I heard a peculiar sound. My mind danced to and fro trying to pick up a thread of memory that provided a clue as to what was making the sound.
Then I heard the flapping of wings, and the caw of an adult crow. I realized what I was hearing was a nest of baby crows. I smiled at the realization.
Once we finished our walk, I poured us a cup of coffee and we sat on the deck and watched the morning come alive.
Just then a doe scampered out of the woods onto the field and headed for the apple tree. The corn I put out the night before was long gone, but I guess this little girls wanted to see if the corn fairy had come early.I snapped a photo with my phone. You can barely see her in the field beneath the apple tree. I guess I'll have to adjust the summer feeding schedule to include an early morning cup for the early risers.
Isn't it one of the most amazing sights ever? One of my grandmothers lives out in the country - and seeing deer about in the early morning just makes me hold my breath! You don't want the moment to end :)
ReplyDeleteWow. That picture is beautiful and your morning sounds perfect to me. Getting up early is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteOh but I love your view!!! Wonderful! Take care
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That picture is just breathtaking. If I had a view like that every morning I'd be up early too! Your Jilda is like my husband. He doesn't really know his name until about 10am.
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