Purple Martins. I grew up watching them fly around our yard & nesting in the gourds Daddy grew. Momma & Daddy loved sitting out in the yard and watching the birds every afternoon. Can it be true that momma has been gone almost 20 years & Daddy a year? The purple martins always fly around the tractor as I bush hog, eating the bugs that fly up. I smile. Maybe the memories of purple martins is partly why I love to bushhog....
