The times that my critter crew and I liked the best were evenings in the garden. Our garden was very close to the ocean and if it was clear, you could see the ocean in the distance. The fog would creep towards the garden from the ocean. The setting sun would shine on and through the fog, turning it into all sorts of beautiful colors.
I ran the sprinklers in the evenings to avoid wasting water. The local quail learned this very quickly. They also learned that the water flushed out a lot of bugs they could eat. The quail could be heard calling around the garden in anticipation of the sprinklers. They would follow the sprinklers with the mother quail encouraging their babies to join in. It was really cute to watch them run in and around the spray. The cats did not like the water, I guess, or maybe they thought the moment was too special for going after the quail.
I often sang improvised praise songs while watching the progress of the sunset. I was pretty loud, but thought it did not matter out in the country.
In a way it did not seem to matter. I found out that one neighbor could hear me 6 miles away, but he liked it. Nobody ever complained.
The wild birds would sing also and I would answer them and then they would answer and we went back and forth. They usually sat on telephone and power lines near the garden. They came early and patiently waited until I started. It was probably one of them that pooped on my Ex.
The goats and dogs and cats would all lie down and get comfortable and mostly be quiet for the whole thing.
Once in a while I would share the nightly concert with someone else. This was most often my nephew. He usually sat down with or laid against one of the dogs or goats.
A local clergyman offered to come help in my garden when it was overrun with weeds after I had been sick. He was a very good weeder and almost caught me up in one day. He offered to come back to finish, so I let him.
I felt a little self-conscious about singing in front of him, but I apologised for not being very good and told him that I had asked Gd if He wouldn't mind hearing me the way I wanted to sound for Him. The clergyman reassured me about it and said for me to forget about him. That helped and I really did forget he was there.
One of my bird orchestra members was a Mockingbird. That one had learned to do a Meadowlark song. This used to be very rare, because Mockingbirds and Meadowlarks did not usually occupy the same sort of habitat. He was a virtuoso Mockingbird, and really gave us a wonderful performance.
It did not happen right away, but an owl joined us. It mde a nice difference in our sound and we all enjoyed it. Once in a while one or both goats would say something and it would sound great, or be very funny. I had no idea that goats could be so talented. The additions of the dogs and cats were sparse, but mostly well placed. One of my roosters was usually silent, but the Bantam was not. Lol. He flew up on top of a ten foot high pen and hung down his beautiful long tail and crowed beautifully. He seemed to pick the best spot to display his plumage in the light from the setting sun.
One time I discovered that my ex-mother-in-law had brought a chair outside to sit and watch and listen. I don't know how long she had done that. It might have been her that told the clergyman about the evenings in the garden.
I did not usually stop for weather and kept on until the garden was finished. I hated saying goodbye to the garden for the winter.
I am not really sure what to write about next. I might have to take a break to think about it unless something sort of hits me over the head.
I ran the sprinklers in the evenings to avoid wasting water. The local quail learned this very quickly. They also learned that the water flushed out a lot of bugs they could eat. The quail could be heard calling around the garden in anticipation of the sprinklers. They would follow the sprinklers with the mother quail encouraging their babies to join in. It was really cute to watch them run in and around the spray. The cats did not like the water, I guess, or maybe they thought the moment was too special for going after the quail.
I often sang improvised praise songs while watching the progress of the sunset. I was pretty loud, but thought it did not matter out in the country.
In a way it did not seem to matter. I found out that one neighbor could hear me 6 miles away, but he liked it. Nobody ever complained.
The wild birds would sing also and I would answer them and then they would answer and we went back and forth. They usually sat on telephone and power lines near the garden. They came early and patiently waited until I started. It was probably one of them that pooped on my Ex.
The goats and dogs and cats would all lie down and get comfortable and mostly be quiet for the whole thing.
Once in a while I would share the nightly concert with someone else. This was most often my nephew. He usually sat down with or laid against one of the dogs or goats.
A local clergyman offered to come help in my garden when it was overrun with weeds after I had been sick. He was a very good weeder and almost caught me up in one day. He offered to come back to finish, so I let him.
I felt a little self-conscious about singing in front of him, but I apologised for not being very good and told him that I had asked Gd if He wouldn't mind hearing me the way I wanted to sound for Him. The clergyman reassured me about it and said for me to forget about him. That helped and I really did forget he was there.
One of my bird orchestra members was a Mockingbird. That one had learned to do a Meadowlark song. This used to be very rare, because Mockingbirds and Meadowlarks did not usually occupy the same sort of habitat. He was a virtuoso Mockingbird, and really gave us a wonderful performance.
It did not happen right away, but an owl joined us. It mde a nice difference in our sound and we all enjoyed it. Once in a while one or both goats would say something and it would sound great, or be very funny. I had no idea that goats could be so talented. The additions of the dogs and cats were sparse, but mostly well placed. One of my roosters was usually silent, but the Bantam was not. Lol. He flew up on top of a ten foot high pen and hung down his beautiful long tail and crowed beautifully. He seemed to pick the best spot to display his plumage in the light from the setting sun.
One time I discovered that my ex-mother-in-law had brought a chair outside to sit and watch and listen. I don't know how long she had done that. It might have been her that told the clergyman about the evenings in the garden.
I did not usually stop for weather and kept on until the garden was finished. I hated saying goodbye to the garden for the winter.
I am not really sure what to write about next. I might have to take a break to think about it unless something sort of hits me over the head.
