
Another handsome creature is the Northern Shoveler, but not on our farm. These photos were taken at Baskett Slough Wildlife Refuge on our way home from last Friday's funeral. Nothing like birdwatching to lighten up a day. The female Shoveler is not nearly so colorful as her mate, but has just as big a bill.



Back on the farm, Polly, our Morgan mare turning 32 in April, was the highlight of the visit for the grandchildren of our friends and neighbors, the Werths. The littlest one, age 2 1/2, had to be pulled kicking and screaming off the horse. Polly just kept on grazing. She has had many, many children on her back in her lifetime... probably helping to create several more generations of horse-crazy adults. The oldest grandkid liked the llamas, too.



In the greenhouse, the yellow Clivia that Munazza gave me for Christmas opened. The normal orange ones with yellow throats are open, too, but a yellow was only developed a few years ago and is hard to come by. Thanks, Munazza!

Wow, those children are SOOOOOO Cute! Where did you find such beautiful children? And they look smart too!
ReplyDeleteLOL. You know, Ingrid, that's why I didn't identify them. I worried that somebody might want to kidnap such beautiful, smart children.
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