Our friendly resident killdeer decided to “nest” in front of our loading dock. We marked the spot, a slight depression in the stones, so she doesn’t get her stone-colored eggs run over. Every time we come near she has to give us the broken wing act. It’s a hot, sunny, and most tedious job she has this summer, trying to ensure survival of her species.
As the sun begins to set the other deer peer at us from the prairie also intent upon their survival, feeling safe in the head-high native grass.
The near-perfection of the summer blooms tells us that the seeds of survival will also abound as flowers mature.
Gene R. Stark
A teacher, farmer, trapper, and greenhouse grower. He writes about the outdoors and the people and culture of rural America..