Grant Wood’s Bundling the grain
Early Sunday morning I needed some fresh air.
Last Fall, as I was trying to find some cheap food for our pigs, a local pumpkin farmer gave me what was left of his pumpkins after the Halloween rush. This past June a pumpkin patch sprouted up where the pigs used to be. We ended up with more than 100 pumpkins this year…pie pumpkins, large Jack-o-lantern pumpkins,…gourds.
My walk took me through the pumpkin patch this crisp fall morning.
As I got behind the barn the trees were bustling with noise. You could feel excitement in the air. I realized I was surrounded by hundreds of robins. It reminded me of a scene I saw last month in the Charlotte North Carolina airport.
I was on my home from vacationing… had some time to kill between connecting flights. On the East end of the terminal, were dozens of school children with their chaperones waiting to board.
That’s what it felt like as I listened to the robins.
The technical term for this is called “staging for migration.”
Just for fun I imagined what they were saying
“When do we get to take off mom?
“Did you eat a good breakfast? You know we’re not going to stop for quite a while once we’re airborne.”
Have you seen your brother? ??? It’s almost time to go!”
Those robins I saw on Sunday are not there this morning you can bet on it. In the Fall they can fly several hundred miles in a single day. Statistically, only a fraction of them will make it to their destination.
I had coffee this past Friday with the neighbors. He’s in his late 70′s..which by today’s standards is not really that old.
In the Fall of his life…
I could tell he was savoring our conversations. They were just finishing breakfast. We talked for a good hour…..alked about his frequent visits to the Drs…what the grand kids were doing. Talked about turning the farming operation over to his son…talked about the large apple orchard his parents used to have….
”As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it and it is gone, and its place knows it no more….” Psalm 103:15,16