Sunday was beautiful. Sunshine peaking through the clouds. Warm.
I opened the gate on the old farm, and drove down the field road. (We also have an acreage we call the home farm since it has the house on it.)
I left the van on a grassy spot, hung the camera and the binoculars around my neck, and walked slowly and quietly towards the pond.
I had hoped to see the geese the menfolk had been describing; one was injured and not doing well. I did not find them--if it had died, I'm sure its mate had continued on its journey to the nesting grounds.
I did see the outline of a duck fly overhead, alone.
Below the dam stood a cow. She was alone and arching her back--I called my husband and left a message that she was there, thinking that she might be delivering a calf.
I turned and walked back along the fence row to the other pasture--the one with the woods and the stream. The Blue Heron was not there. I stood watching the stream and the woods.
Thunder sent me back up the hill, past the hunting stand, and towards the van. Even though the sun was still shining overhead, there were some thunderclouds not far off.
There I saw my husband checking on the cow--it was then I found out that she was the sick one he was nursing. At that time we did not know that she would only survive one more night.
Her calf must be surviving by pirating milk from the other cows in the herd--we will need to try and catch it and bottle feed it, but it is up and running and obviously doing acceptably right now.
On my way back to the home farm, I stopped to take a few pictures of the apple blossoms on the trees by the farm buildings.
I think nature tells us a lot about who God is--His creation reflects His glory, does it not?