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milkweed mice

Three blind mice?

milkweed pod mice

Hardly! Can you tell what they were made from? Here’s a hint- fluffy and soft, little ones (and big ones) like to make wishes on them……

milkweed seed

Yep, milkweed pods! These were so easy to make! We pulled the dry pods from the plants; pull carefully with the stem intact, it makes the perfect mouse tail! The pods should already be naturally split in half to make the little mouse body. We didn’t take the pods with a lot of seeds because we want more milkweed in our field, we’ll harvest those after the seeds are gone, or you could just blow the seeds away in the breeze of course.

milkweed mouse

The little ladies used Sharpie markers to draw the eyes, ears and pink noses. That’s it! Araina even drew little hearts on the inside of the pods. We now have many little mice scampering about……….


Good thing our mighty hunter sleeps a lot!


We will probably hang these cuties on our Yule tree in December, but right now they are very fun little natural toys!

hike nature poem

Our Evening Hike in Poems

Uphill by Christina Rossetti
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
Could it Have Been a Shadow? by Monica Shannon
What ran under the rosebush?
What ran under the stone?
Could it have been a shadow,
Running away alone?
Maybe a fariy’s shadow,
Slipping away at dawn
To guard a gleaming pot of gold
For a busy leprechaun.
A Bird by Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank the dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
Snail by Langston Hughes
Little snail,
Dreaming you go.
Weather and rose
Is all you know.
Weather and rose
Is all you see,
The dewdrop’s

Robin Egg Springtime by Don Iannone
So much to delight about in springtime—
Fresh green buds on trees, crocuses, daffodils, tulips
But nothing matches a pastel blue robin egg
To ignite spring feelings within me.

The Song of the Toad by John Burroughs
Have you heard the blinking toad
Sing his solo by the river
When April nights are soft and warm,
And spring is all a-quiver?
If there are jewels in his head
His wits they often muddle
For his mate will lay her eggs
Into a drying puddle.

Tiny Seed by Cathy Drinkwater
Tiny seed, here in my hand,
Where do you hide your plant?
I’ve tried to find your roots and leaves,
But somehow I just can’t.
It must be magic, I believe,
That a tree so big and tall
Could sprout up from this tiny seed
So very, very small.

Be Different to Trees by Mary Carolyn Davies
The talking oak
To the ancients spoke.
But any tree
Will talk to me.
What truths I know
I garnered so.
But those who want to talk and tell,
And those who will not listeners be,
Will never hear a syllable
From out the lips of any tree.

Cycle by Langston Hughes
So many little flowers
Drop their tiny heads
But newer buds come to bloom
In their place instead.
I miss the little flowers
That have gone away.
But the newly budding blossoms
Are equally gay.

From Nature with Love!

I’d Love to be A Fairy’s Child by Robert Graves
Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart’s desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they’re seven years old.
Every fariy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild-
I’d love to ba a Fariy’s child.