Yesterday I came home to see this sight at my home. Don't worry, this was a planned event! We have a small field next to our home and each year right before spring, my husband burns the field off, which burns up the weeds and dead grass and makes room for the new growth.
As any blogger knows, any activity can turn into a blogging story, so I ran into the house to get my camera and capture some shots. Well, as I was snapping away, my husband leaves me in charge and tells me "don't let the fire get past the fence." I wasn't planning on manning the fire, but being the peaceable, loving wife that I am, I willingly took on this position. I must mention to those who don't' know me, I am a girly, girl...lace, frills, pink the whole girl thing, that is me. And, I was not quite prepared when the fire moved a little too close to my pink flip flop. But I stamped it out and all was well!
The fire moves slowly across the field and when the wind catches it, flairs up a bit:
This is my father in law who came to my rescue as I was stamping out the little flames, and plowed a line so that the fire could not get past the fence. He then relived me of my post! Thanks PaPa.
Now, field burning is certainly a guy thing! Here are three generations of field burners!
Okay, I learned something here: the white birds feed on insects and when the fire burns, the insects flee and the birds knowing the insects were fleeing took full advantage of the situation: