Things have changed a bit. One of the neighboring farmers decided to clear-cut her timber, and that side of the land looks like some kind of blast blew things to bits. Removing the trees (but leaving the stumps and all kinds of debris) reveals several areas of standing water; I don't know if that's from recent rains or perhaps underground springs. The fields around our house are plowed, but dormant, waiting for the strange wintery Spring of 2013 to settle down and stay warm. Our host says the planting of tobacco should start in the next few weeks.
I hang up the bird feeder and fill it with yummy bird feed, and I spread out trails and piles of deer corn hoping to draw the deer back from their flight away from the sounds of chainsaws and crashing trees. The birds begin showing up tentatively at first and by day three they are back in flocks: beautiful little bright yellow finches, mockingbirds, dove, nuthatches... everyone from our previous visit makes an appearance. I'm delighted!
I think I see something way off across the field. It's big (relatively speaking), but I have to get Granpa's camera to zoom in and determine for sure what it is: a wild turkey! It really is huge! No wonder the Pilgrims served them up for Thanksgiving!
The next day our deer are back.
But even the corn is not tempting them closer to the house; they stay in the far field. That's okay, they'll ease on over in a few days.
And our lil' groundhog is still housed under the garage. We've seen him scurry back under when we drive up to the house, but we haven't been quick enough or sneaky enough to get a picture of him. All in good time!
Granpa gets the same welcome back to Danville Regional that he experienced back in Kauai. (That is so COOL!)
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