I don't typically like to work on Sundays, but the ground was finally dry enough to work this morning. After a month of incessant rains, it was dry enough by week's end that I could at last get the tractor out, work up some beds, and the remaining big block fall and winter plantings got sown by my seat-of-the-pants last-ditch target date of Labor Day.
An hour after the last row of seeds met the dirt, the skies blackened up on the horizon, and the rain rolled in again. Now that's some good timing.
Some see crows as ill fortune. Some say crows in pairs are harbingers of good luck. Lately all my crows seem to be appearing two at a time. This morning I saw a female crow digging a hole in the tilled ground for a dust bath, like a chicken hen will do, while her partner stood by keeping watch. Did you know that crows mate for life?