From Disaster to Divine in a Hayfield

was just finishing up, when my husband arrived. We were both surprised that I had finished the job alone, in one day. When we had discussed this seemingly gargantuan task, we had believed that I could probably do no more than one half of the field in an entire day, and that once he arrived in the late afternoon, we would probably need to press on until dark. Instead, we walked the field and pulled up surveyor flags. I was now rather footsore and not moving as easily as I had in the morning, and so it felt good to sit down and rest. We settled down to enjoy the peace and solitude of the early evening on the farm, with not another person anywhere in sight.

It was then that I spotted the male Eastern Bluebird. I was thrilled. In the year we have owned the farm, I had never seen one, and they are quite rare in our area. I felt quite blessed, just then, to have spent a glorious day on the farm, without noisy equipment, communing with the birds. It felt like a reward to see this special bird, and it was.

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