This one of for Aunt Jean.
Pictures of home in the spring.
The baby calves are bawling
and the mama cows are highly suspicious of me
because I am walking instead of driving the cake pickup.
The meadowlarks and robins are singing
and the creek is even running with a little waterfall.
It's been dry the past two springs.
It really is the perfect time for "birding".
There are no leaves, so they are easy to find.
No bugs and no tall weeds to navigate.
No ticks yet either.
Just look at who was keeping an eye on me
as I walked the fence line of the hay field.
Not just suspicious mama cows.