Happy Crafter: feeding time

Friday, January 6, 2012

feeding time

It's a short walk to the lake at the Littleton Museum and the ducks and geese are always looking for a handout. This day I had left over dried bread, and some cookies that didn't turn out. They made quick work of everything and wanted more!

These 1890 farm buildings were moved to this site; this is actually a working farm. This picture was taken soon after it snowed so there are no tracks as yet, but there are sheep, a couple cows, turkeys (always penned up at Thanksgiving time), two donkeys and two horses that reside in this farm. It is a great place in the summer when the school buses come loaded with children anxious to see the animals. One of the buildings is an old home and there are folks dressed in the 1890 costumes cooking over an open fire and even baking bread.

What a great place to spend time enjoying nature at the Littleton Museum, spring, summer or winter.

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Goldfinches by Mary Oliver, Poet

In the fields
we let them have---
in the fields
we don't want yet---

where thistles rise
out of the mashlands of spring, and spring open---
each bud
a settlement of riches---

a coin of reddish fire---
the finches
wait for midsummer,
for the long days,

for the brass heat,
for the seeds to begin to form in the hardening thistles,
dazzling as the teeth of mice,
but black,

filling the face of every flower.
Then they drop from the sky.
A buttery gold,
they swing on the thistles, they gather

the silvery down, they carry it
in their finch beaks
to the edges of the fields,
to the trees,

as though their minds were on fire
with the flower of one perfect idea---
and there they build their nests
and lay their pale-blue eggs,

every year,
and every year
the hatchlings wake in the swaying branches,
in the silver baskets,

and love the world.
Is it necessary to say any more?
Have you heard them sing in the wind
above the final fields?
Have you every been so happy in your life?