Anchor Struck

I can’t remember a change of months on the farm more dramatic than today. After an exceptionally cool April, it yielded to May at just above freezing. Right now it’s 12 C. (54 F.). Not balmy, perhaps, but the sky is clear and the winds friendly. Earlier I heard the dogs barking in the back yard. They were in a Mexican standoff with three Canada geese. (I guess that would be an International standoff.) The geese were in the middle of the pond and the dogs as far out as they could wade. On the far side of the pond, a pair of mallard ducks billed and cooed as a heron watched. Swallows, robins and sparrows were swooping about as a raven soared over all of it.

The geese went after the mallards, so Jude went after the geese in a kayak. Life doesn’t get any sweeter than that.