Month: September 2023

Nature’s September Brilliance

A Milkweed Pod – releasing the future generation A Monarch Butterfly Feasts on the Sweetness of a Rotting Apple Milkweed Seeds Await a Lift on the Next Breeze Goldenrod Washes Its Hue Across the Fields Pennsylvania Leatherwing Beetles on Late Flowering Thoroughwort Cheerful Sunflower… Continue Reading “Nature’s September Brilliance”

Recent Visitors

Migration is underway. Birds that spent their summer raising chicks in places as far as northern Canada are stopping by for a bit of rest and a good meal as they continue on their journey to warmer climates. Fortunately, we can offer those accommodations.… Continue Reading “Recent Visitors”

Ugly Ducking

Don’t worry little one. Soon you will be the most handsome bird in the meadow. Tammie Rogers This is a juvenile Indigo Bunting. His magnificent indigo blue feathers are just coming in underneath the drab brown feathers in which he was fledged. . .… Continue Reading “Ugly Ducking”

What a Bird Needs

Full Transparency:  After experiencing a handful of similar queries and criticisms regarding the size of our FarmGoneWild Bluebird houses, another comment landed in my Etsy Shop inbox from someone simply called Joe.  I began drafting a response which was, most likely, far more information… Continue Reading “What a Bird Needs”

Leatherwing

Leatherwing. That’s a cool name for an insect. Apparently, the folks who first name it felt that the texture of its wings looks like leather. These are Pennsylvania Leatherwing Beetles (Chauliognathus pensylvanicus) that I observed here in the past few days. “This beetle has… Continue Reading “Leatherwing”

A Salute

The human ego influences our perception of the world, including how we interpret our pet dog’s behavior. One of my biggest pet peeves (no pun intended) is the act of SHAMING a dog. You’ve seen it. Rob comes home to a dog that has… Continue Reading “A Salute”

Migration Forthcoming

Where did summer go? Many species have already migrated south. On my recent trip around the farm, I found the silence deafening. The chortle of the Purple Martins, the constant trill-tweet of the Red-winged Blackbirds, and melodies of the Meadow Larks were absent. The… Continue Reading “Migration Forthcoming”