“…every summer, like roses, childhood returns…”
It is summertime at the farm and truth be told Nigel is the only one that gets up early with me. We have a deal. I feed the horses and he chases the birds. We both take our jobs very seriously. In fact he has declared the whole pasture a “no fly” zone. I will go as far as to say that the birds are not even allowed to sit in the trees anymore.
Some old fashioned things like fresh air and sunrises are hard to beat and there are some amazing sunrises here in Tennessee in the heat of the summer.
So a few weeks ago we went to use the BBQ on the deck…and inside there was a bird nest with eggs. We unanimously decided that we would have to cook the burgers inside the house…and save the baby birds.
Well they hatched and I found a fat one in the Magnolia bush who had apparently launched himself off the deck. At least he had a soft landing.
The other one is still up on the deck and seems to be a late bloomer. He’s been hopping around for three days with his mouth open hoping his mom will still feed him. He’s been making a sorry attempt to fly…but gives up pretty fast and would rather just have take out brought in from his mom. We think he is acting a little bit like a Millennial. Living at home in his parents basement and getting fed. Ryan says he’ll figure it out. He was rocking a pretty nice Mohawk though.
The last thing a carrot sees…
Does this dog make my butt look fat?
Breakfast with Sundance…
We believe in Nashville because we believe in faith, family & farm. In being a little closer to heaven. And we believe that Heaven is always a little closer from the back of my horse.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be…”