The crows are loud today, screaming out in their scratchy voices, while the Oklahoma wind blows enough to make its own language. This curious combination, the crows and the wind, remind me of healthy argument among friends.
Paint horses graze in pastures nearby.
Their snorts and whinnies harmonize with this curious chorus of whistling wind and screeching crows. While, in my studio I sit, distracted, and pleased to be, by such sights and sounds, feeling quite at home among friends. I live in south central Oklahoma where there is always, if not a wind, at least, a good breeze. I m surrounded by hilly pastures of ponds and trees, horses and cattle. In the evenings, I hear the howls and yips of coyotes and, in the early mornings, enjoy the dawn chorus of the birds.