At our other farm home, I paused each morning as I walked through the dining room on the way to the kitchen. There through the sliding glass doors, I’d check the pond for that day’s update. Here in this house, I look out the living room windows to see what is happening on the lake. Ever changing, it always pleases me.
One morning last week, the suface sparkled with a million diamonds gleaming gloriously under the warm bright sun. The next day, the surface was darkened reflecting a dome-like covering of gray-black clouds over the entire farm. More than seven inches of rain came that night, and we woke to see the water brown from mud washed in and perhaps stirred up from the bottom. The next day, the brown had lessened. And today it was almost clear again.
Through it all we have been visited with bluebill ducks who have stopped here temporarily. Since various varmints annihilated our home-grown ducks, we are always excited when visitors stop by. Gerry said they probably left
during the early part of March. When they move to the other end of the lake, we
fear they have moved on north, but then some will return to our end for us to
enjoy their bright white sides contrasting with glossy black feathers. As I walked to the mailbox at the end of our
lane, I was relieved to see they are still with us.
Gerald was surprised to look out a couple weeks ago and see the telephone wire beside our lane almost filled with martins lined-up there. He hadn’t realized it was time for their return, and he hurried and cleaned out his houses for them, and they settled in. Now the view of the lake often features their graceful circling and swooping as they fly down for insects or perhaps for a drink.
Busyness last fall kept me from searching out our bird feeders. This is the first year since we’ve lived here that we were unable to look out the kitchen window to see the winter birds feeding there on the deck. When the snow blanketed everything, I felt bad until I found out Gerald had lined our lane with bird seed, and I saw multitudes feasting there. (He has a tendency to do things in a big way.)
I also failed last summer to get the hummingbird feeders up until the very end of summer. I have been meaning to check with my next-door neighbor when I need to get them hung because I do not want to delay as I did last year. These pretty little birds whirring and fighting each other as they gather around the deck feeders are an interesting addition as we look out toward the lake at the constantly varying vision there.