When I was in knee-pants, Son, don't burn the stubble on a windy day.
This was a bit like losing an old friend. I had photographed this yard years ago and then just the day before. When I took the dogs for their hike, I could see a smoke filled sky and decided to head over to maybe get some pics of stubble burning. Got more than that. Today, I spoke with a neighboring farmer to ask if he knew who owned the old homestead. He didn't but he knew who owned all the land you could see - probably 20 sections. An out of province fella bought it all up and had someone burn off some hailed out crops and stubble. The whole country side has been burning for two days and whatever was in the way was of no concern. Sad approach but hey, I don't own the land. The old barn is a survivor and a couple sheds and an overturned outhouse. I thought the house had survived but when I went back today, just the foundation. And another one bites the dust.
The hedge rows support some hungarian partridge. May have to visit in the fall.
My Mama Done Told Me
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