I was a real country woman this morning, up and everything done before day light, ready to go feed the cows. It was almost cold. I was even ready for the owl in the grain tank. Ready to take a picture when John opened the door, but standing out of it's path. Guess what? No owl. However the resident buzzard was perched on top of a shed. No picture there either. Down the lane to the back forty we came upon five turkey toms drinking dirty water out of the creek. They were faster then I also. Seems the only thing slower then me is flowers these days. We saw a couple of Quail and then a few small birds came out of the grass to run ahead of us. I thought for sure it was baby quail but John says they were some other bird. He hasn't convinced me.