No, not that kind of “Corning” — so far’s I know, they don’t make cows.
Not Tupperware.
Not Rubbermaid either.
Just corning.
Like this:
Saturday I took “used” corn stalks off our garden and hove them over the fence for the landlord’s cows to munch.
Mark's Views, Perhaps — from behind my eyeballs
No, not that kind of “Corning” — so far’s I know, they don’t make cows.
Not Tupperware.
Not Rubbermaid either.
Just corning.
Like this:
Saturday I took “used” corn stalks off our garden and hove them over the fence for the landlord’s cows to munch.
Oregon’s Mt. Hood, I mean.
No, not inspired by it or about it. Rather, inspiration “round about” (ie around) it. That is, in photos I have taken and turned into wallpaper for my computer and featured at my devotional blog: Panting Hart.

After I loosed our dog yesterday, I heard the commotion of a killdeer. So I walked in the direction of the noise, saw the bird, and backtracked from it with my gaze.
There they were. Since I had Dora’s camera with 12X zoom, I didn’t have to get too close:

After shooting the eggs, I stood still and watched Mama Killdeer. She gave up pretending to be wounded and started walking toward me:

I stood my ground. Will she attack me?
She didn’t. I held still. I was amazed she finally went all the way to her nest with me standing less than ten feet away!

What a beautiful bird!
Thank you, Lord! I was so blessed and cheered and encouraged.
It’s June, the very first day thereof!
June — a month with lots of weddings and, presumably, lots of kissing going on.
The sun was rising this morning when I went out to feed the cats, let the hens out, and unchain the dog.
“Kissed by the Rising Sun,” I thought, “makes a good title for a blog post of some photos.”
So I went back in for my little Kodak Easy Share CX7330 digital camera.
Here is my first selection:
Bovine, actually. Cows, you know.
But first, the owner of the cows around here:

Yup, he’s tilling our garden. For the third time in a week. Voluntarily. Free of charge. He’s a great landlord! (Thank you, TW!)
Note: Some of the images below are clickable-to-see-a-larger-version.
But back to bovine matters. Here’s one of the many mothers around here, accompanied by her child:

The background is fuzzy but it gives you an idea of the beautiful views we have out back.
Here’s that same mother and kid:

Oh, I mentioned the views out back, here’s another one (shot in the evening haze), this one of Oregon’s own Mt. Hood:
Dandelion
Eradication
And
Destruction
Because I want them DEAD.
This year we’re doing something different. We’re picking off the tops. That ought to do it.
This morning I picked the ones that were visible. And took them on a walk. Down our driveway to the highway below. Now they’re DEAD.
I even took some photos with my cellphone. Because of image quality issues, I didn’t make the images below Clickable-Into-A-Bigger-Size.
Late this morning, our youngest-but-already-fifteen son Andrew and I went on a one-hour hike. Just here on our home place.
If you follow me on Twitter, then you already read this:
| Sitting in sun on tree root by tiny babbling waterfall in little creek in back 40. Peaceful! |
I posted that to Twitter from my cellphone at 10:52 this morning. (For a practically-fifty-year-old, that’s pretty amazing stuff even yet!)
Anyway, this is where I was when I Twittered that:
Sitting there in the warm sunshine listening to the babbling waterfall was therapeutic, relaxing, and conducive to thinking thoughts.
Then I looked to my right and my thoughts became less meditative and more contemplative. “If he becomes territorial and aggressive, how long will this little creek delay him?”

After eyeballing me a couple of times, he ignored me in favor of keeping his attention focused on the grass.
So I turned my attention upward:

Then zoomed in on the left-most branches:

A very nice place to be. Oh, hey, I just remembered I have an aerial shot:

The tree I sat under is in the tree line to the right of the five-sided field at the right edge of the photo. 🙂