The kestrel chicks are flying and practicing the art of landing. I’ve counted at least four and a possible fifth. They are a noisy lot and heaps of fun to watch!
The Winter Wren continues to wake me each morning so I have no doubt they they are raising a family down by the brook. And, the Bob-o-links have gone radio silence so I am hoping that they are incubating some eggs and will hatching chicks soon. I realize that they are late but think that they were displaced from a hay field that was cut early. We’ll no mow our meadow until mis August to assure them peace and quiet.
The greatest tragedy in mankind's enitire history may be the hijacking of morality by religion.
Arthur C Clarke (1917-2008)