Hatching Day! Reclaim my garden day!
The killdeer who’s mother laid them in between two beds in the Market Garden are hatching!
I was off a few days on my guess. I expected them in a few days, this means that mom got in there and laid those eggs moments after I ran the tiller down the beds. That’s cheeky brave, but perhaps she knew that I am working on not tilling more than I have to. Trying my best to till a good bed just once and then let it be.
It is hard when you love to run a tractor and smell the fragrance of fresh turned earth, but I am trying to do my best to keep my tilling at a minimum. Not just for the critters above the ground but the little itty bitty teeny weeny fellows that live below the surface and make my soil so very good for growing real food.
And as far as not using the space until the young hatched? Heck, I didn’t even notice the hiccup. Most, nearly all, the folks who spend their lives growing stuff are the same, ready and willing to inconvenience ourselves when possible.
Oh… I bet you would like to see some pictures wouldn’t you Dear Reader. Well I’ve got some. But I want to warn you first, they aren’t all that great. I still do not have the camera of my dreams or even my half dreams. So it is way hard for me to get good zooms. But here they are:
Remember what mom looks like? And the eggs?
Well here is what the nest looked like around noon today. See anything Dear Reader? Didn’t think so, so I’ll zoom in a bit more.
How ‘bout that? See it now?
So here I’ve cropped my zoomed in picture, now do you see the little feller? He, or she, is off to the left of the three remaining eggs.
Blue arrow points to the chick, yellow arrow to the remaining eggs. Okay, call me nuts, there are all sorts of things coming to life all the time on the Farm, nearly every day, but boy howdy, it is exciting each and every time.
We have another birth announcement but I’m gonna see if I can make Bet do a post.
Until then, have a terrific Memorial Day weekend, enjoy your time off of what ever it is you usually do, enjoy family and friends and the bbq. But mostly Dear Reader remember all the brave people who fought and died that we, and others in far away lands, may be free.