Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Friday, September 25, 2009

Wild Turkeys

These two guys have been treating us to daily visits for about a week, now.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Ma Nature at Work

Getting ready to head to Mexico.

First exploritory flight.

Monarch drying its wings.

Monarch emerges from chrysalis.