Everyone visiting the farm can't help but notice all the new life bursting out. The photo above is my first-ever successful effort to capture tadpoles at the four-legs-but-not-quite-frogs-yet stage! The warm March weather gave the vernal pool activity a boost, meaning the tadpoles were already swimming around the crawdad holes back when I went looking for egg sacs. And by last weekend, incredibly tiny toads were hopping out of the water. So I quickly herded the horses out of that field, to give the little amphibians a chance to make it to their next homes without dodging giant hooves.
The bluebird house has already been occupied by a handsome couple, and a couple of weeks ago a little rider and I spotted Mrs. Reynard (the fox) carrying a dead squirrel back to her den. Sorry for the squirrel, but that must mean a number of hungry mouths waiting at home.
On the domestic side, the five chicks are now 10 weeks old and beginning to explore the barnyard. I am sorry to say that Patsy Cline and Dolly Parton Chicken seem to enjoy chasing them around. In a couple of months, though, the younger chicks will be full-size and ready to compete for their places in the literal pecking order.