The other afternoon, I spent some quality time rocking in my backyard hammock, but there was no possibility of taking a nap, what with the chittering ruby-throated hummingbirds buzzing back and forth to the nectar feeder and the wren parents feeding their never-sated nestlings in the birdhouse. A squirrel certainly had no problem relaxing, though: rather than his usual racing along the fence, hopping over each post, he was sprawled out along a tree limb, balanced securely by his paws, the breeze ruffling his tail. He looked up briefly when a red-winged blackbird landed nearby, but then went back to slumberland.
No hammock time for the hard-working guys making hay!Over the hill I could hear the rhythmic thump-thump cadence of a baler.
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