The red buds have begun to bloom - but this one has a secret.
Can you see her?
One bird, one egg! Yesterday I was told there were two eggs so maybe the other bird might still hatch!
How can you not smile back?
So I missed photographing the main work of the day: spreading fertilizer on pastures and working on machinery prep. But those activities were sandwiched in between feeding cattle morning and afternoon and checking for new calves.
Back home again in Indiana, And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight still shining bright Thru the sycamores for me, The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance From the fields I used to roam, When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash, Then I long for my Indiana home.