I’m a city girl, or at least, a really busy suburb girl. I grew up in central New Jersey (you got a problem with that?), surrounded by major highways and air traffic and a commuter rail to Manhattan. I’ve lived in both the Boston metro area and San Antonio, Texas, and suffice it to say that these are both developed regions. So imagine my surprise when I found myself A) smack-dab in the middle of Pennsylvania, and B) with a farm in my back yard. (And C) I love it here.) It’s true. Our neighbor farms the strip of land that abuts our back yard; I’ve seen soy and alfalfa planted and watched the corn grow knee-high almost overnight. I’ve watched hay baling. When did I ever think I’d watch hay baling?
There’s a creek that runs along the other side of the farm (or a “crick”, for you central PA-ers) that attracts all sorts of wildlife. Often that wildlife consists of groundhogs and skunks, but sometimes, you get unexpected visitors. Anyway. Here are some B-is-for-back-yard photos; it’s all a wonder and mystery to me, in a good way.
Red-tailed hawk? Seems to be. Any bird people out there? That’s the story I’m sticking with until I hear otherwise.
And he brought a friend.
And then, just this very morning…
Who knows what I’ll see tomorrow?
This post is for the B! Challenge by Frizztext
Because I love a good alphabet challenge.