Chicory and the Queen

     Henri and I still walk our circuitous route around the fields. It seems like overnight the field burst into new blooms. Suddenly the hill is awash in Chicory and Queen Anne's Lace. The photo doesn't accurately capture the beauty of the purple chicory mixed in with the white lacy Queen Anne's floating above the green grasses. Far back in the photo, at the left you will see a clump of white flowers standing alone at the tree line. This is a majestic clump of Queen Anne's Lace. It stands apart from the rest of the field. She looks like the royal queen presiding over her kingdom.

     I think this little guy was learning how to fly. At first I thought he was diving at us and defending his territory but, after watching him a while, it looks like we crossed his learning-to-fly zone. He kept going back and forth between fence and bush, chirping and wobbling with every crossing and rough landing.