Visitors

I've had a dickens of a time trying to get a post up - blogger doesn't like my spacing and I certainly haven't appreciated blogger's choice of spacing. I may just slam this up and say good enough - although good enough rarely really is - either good or enough.

So often here on Buhlaland we show you our goats or dogs or flowers and wanted to share some of our frequent visitors. . Fox, rabbits, deer (very pregnant deer), Senor BlueJay (a loud fellow - always screeching) and a bird we've tenatively identified as a Phoebe. We're calling the Phoebes The FranticFamily - nesting in cover tractor parking next to the workshop/barn and they have a total hissy fit whenever we walk by . Large and beautiful moth was on our back porch one evening and yep - a pesky fluffy tailed rat - also known as a squirrel.
Day to day for us is a little like living in a pinball machine - bouncing off some high point barriers but also going in the gutter with no points for some actions. Learning that when I am waiting for a big change I'm not always productive. Learning to look for little things - the daily indicators of walking as instructed in Isaiah 30:21 Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it."
Listen for the Whisper, that's the lesson right now - no burning bush or earthquake (I hope) but a whisper


1 Kings 19: 11 The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by."
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. Then a voice said to him, "What are you doing here, Elijah?"

Good for Buhlaland to have this place to stand on and listen for the whisper. Y'all come back and maybe blogger will allow a better layout to my posts!

Babies to teenagers? my Kids!

From January 27th when Crybaby gave birth to Lantana (first born - caramel face and white body) and Fantana (second born - larger doeling with chestnut body and white head markings) to now - the twins have been darlings of our Class of 2010.

Crybaby is the oldest of our does - she is probably approaching 9 or 10 which is nearly old age for a boer/nubian mix. She is an excellent mother - even though recently she was very ill - she keeps her babies close.

Lanny was making big strides in tree climbing but also showing evidence of juvenile rebellion - she and Fanny chew each other's hair at night and it gave Lanny a Mohawk style for several weeks.

The twins like to lay down together -

or explore together.

Goat kids growing up on Buhlaland - it is good to watch healthy babies. Grateful we have pictures along the way, it would be easy to forget tiny bodies learning how to stand on their own legs. Now they run and like to jump up behind me and nip at my pants when I'm in the pen with them!

We have a total of 9 babies this year. Only one other set of twins two weeks old now. Pictures of Amber and Jasper to come.

Mother's Day and the Sweet Bye and Bye

Waking up to a warm foggy morning is such a rare event - I grabbed camera and flannel jacket ('cause I was in nightgown) and went out to capture a bit. First picture was sun breaking through right in front of our house. Second is two of the 7 deer who decided I was too ridiculous appearing to be a danger and came quite close.

Something iconic about windmills and oak trees in our part of Texas - this view is from out back fence into land now owned by the county but used to be part of a small cattle operation.

Been missing my family a lot lately - perhaps it is part of growing older and so many are already gone ahead of me. Happy Mother's Day to you who were blessed with children and those of us who were not - Happy Mother's Day to you because we all mother something or someone.

Sweet old hymn in my mind and didn't find a good youtube video of it - but here are the lyrics - it is good on Buhlaland to enjoy the beauty and remember we are only strangers passing through on our journey Home.

There's a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.

Refrain:
In the sweet in the sweet
By and by by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet in the sweet
By and by by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.
Refrain:

To our bountiful father above
We will offer our tribute of praise;
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days.