Mid-Summer Discoveries

When the birds are in full chorus, the insects are buzzing, the lambs birthed and on their own, the garden producing, and the grass growing, I sometimes fail to notice the changes around me.

But this morning, I heard an adolescent squeak coming from the young chick house. The chicks are nine weeks old now, and in full feather. One tried to crow this morning. It came out a pathetic two-syllable squeak. But it put me on notice. They're no longer chicks. It's pullets and cockerels from now on.

In the garden, too, I found changes. Among the green tomatoes, I found a hint of pink. Tomato season is coming.