Every day I look forward to my walk about the area. Most of the fall leaves have fallen and the trees are now bare. In one week it has changed completely.
Still, it is beautiful here and the birds keep you company with their songs as you walk along. The sun felt warm and the air was cool. A scarf and gloves were required. I can spot many bird nests now high up in the trees; some look big enough for a hawk family to use.
And I love listening to the crows as they screech back and forth. Sometimes they sound just like your typical human family at the dinner table.. haha!
Each house along these roads sits on at least a half acre of land. The houses are set back and surrounded by maple, elm, oak, sumac and fir trees. Some even have little creeks running through their property. So much beauty here. I could fit our mouse-house in one of their elaborate sitting rooms, I'm sure.
It's nice to see that most of these houses have bird-feeders out.
Then, on my way back to the mouse-house, I can see the cows at the old farm on our road.
The same farm that I would visit as a child with my cousins. We would play with their kids around the farm and end up at the big summer kitchen table for a farm-style lunch; bowls and bowls of fresh veggies and always a roasted chicken. Even as a young child I remember wondering if it might have been one of the chickens that we played with at this farm just days before. That bothered me but I could tell I was on my own there. I would usually stuff myself with veggies and home-made bread and pass on the meat.
I still remember 50 year later the big lazy susan in the centre of the wooden table that we spun to grab a condiment. Home-made pickles, beets and chutney. Pretty precious memories, I have to say. Now it is one of the sons that runs the farm and the older generation are now all gone.
Still, it is beautiful here and the birds keep you company with their songs as you walk along. The sun felt warm and the air was cool. A scarf and gloves were required. I can spot many bird nests now high up in the trees; some look big enough for a hawk family to use.
And I love listening to the crows as they screech back and forth. Sometimes they sound just like your typical human family at the dinner table.. haha!
Each house along these roads sits on at least a half acre of land. The houses are set back and surrounded by maple, elm, oak, sumac and fir trees. Some even have little creeks running through their property. So much beauty here. I could fit our mouse-house in one of their elaborate sitting rooms, I'm sure.
Then, on my way back to the mouse-house, I can see the cows at the old farm on our road.
The same farm that I would visit as a child with my cousins. We would play with their kids around the farm and end up at the big summer kitchen table for a farm-style lunch; bowls and bowls of fresh veggies and always a roasted chicken. Even as a young child I remember wondering if it might have been one of the chickens that we played with at this farm just days before. That bothered me but I could tell I was on my own there. I would usually stuff myself with veggies and home-made bread and pass on the meat.
I still remember 50 year later the big lazy susan in the centre of the wooden table that we spun to grab a condiment. Home-made pickles, beets and chutney. Pretty precious memories, I have to say. Now it is one of the sons that runs the farm and the older generation are now all gone.
I could have used a nap on return as I had a touch of flu this weekend but instead I raked more leaves and moved some bird feeders from the back to the front, in-view from the dining-corner window.
For the cats, you see. If and when they ever wake up. =^..^=
Bless their little pampered hearts.
hugs, Deb