Farming/Nature
Feeding Time
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Bluebirds prepare to feed their nestlings.
The Suffield Observer (https://thesuffieldobserver.com/category/farmingnature/page/30/)
The Suffield Farmers Market is up and running for the summer months with vendors offering their wares every Saturday morning from 9 a.m. until noon, rain or shine, in the center of town on the south green (across from the barber shop). If you didn’t make your way to the Market in June, you still have July, August and September to experience Suffield’s Saturday morning “get together”. This year there is an opportunity to sign up as a Friend of the Suffield Farmers Market and pledge to get the word out and display the Farmers Market Swag. We have farm themed visors and bags for children as well as a chance to plant something to take home. We’ll be offering tee shirts, aprons and grocery bags for purchase.
A black bear and her three cubs explore by the fence in this Bridge Street backyard on May 24.
The way I see it, there were many advantages to growing up with a whole slew of brothers. We spent most of our days crawling around in the dirt or rerouting streams using mud and sticks. And when we were cooped up inside, we had a book entitled The World We Live In. We pored over its oversized illustrations, including those of dinosaurs. It fired our imaginations, and I still get the chills when I leaf through it.
A unique lady slipper in the Hugh M. Alcorn Wildlife Preserve.
Like any decent anglophile, I’m pretty attached to all things British. What’s not to love about their polite queuing, scones and clotted cream, the royals, the BBC, a good block of Stilton and, of course, the Beatles. In fact when I am listening to the voice in my head which narrates my days, it is none other than that of David Attenborough. So it would make sense for me to embrace another export from the Motherland, the English Sparrow. But this little bird boils my blood and does not hold any affection in my heart.