A Spring Rain

Yesterday morning, Papa went out to start feedin' critters.
He told me to grab my camera. "A storm's a comin'," he said. 

Such lovely dark grey clouds came rolling in from the south. 

A happy farmer. 

Blackberries to come...

The bees thought about swarming. Maybe the rain made them change their minds.

Mama's flower garden is lovely this time of year, such full blooms.

Barnaby, gettin' a mouthful.

Asher, gettin' a mouthful.

Asher considers honeysuckle to be a real delicacy.
As he shoves handfuls in his mouth and rubs his whole head in his food.    

Clive is getting a bit gray. He's not quite a man yet...

Barnaby. 

We only have two little robins left in the nest. Three grew up and flew away.
These last two are still being well looked after by a protective mama robin, who was sqwakking  with all her might while I was standing and watching her babies. 

Wee strawberries growing in a broken pot.