Hoopoe reporting live with all the Birds of Paradise!!!

After much hiking an talking with the lovely boy tripod we picked up we decide we were all heading to the same town before our next move in our chess game of a journey!  Finally reaching the town we decided we would call it a night. The boys went there way an we went ours. With only 40 bucks to our name we had no clue how we were going to make it to our next farm that was another six hours away. So after hours of ideas an options we decided to call it a night an start fresh. The next morning getting up was one of our most silent mornings ever not know what was going to come next. It's now a couple hours later an the boys text us insisting they buy us a beer before heading out. We had nothing to lose an a free beer to gain what could it hurt. We pull up at the very same spot we dropped them off at the day before. After getting out an barely making it to the stop sign before crossing the road and I see a friend of mine! We were both completely lost to how we are both in this small town at the same time an the same corner. So after talkin with her an telling her what we have been doing on our journey she offers us a job on a large CSA farm. What a blessing we just had fall into our laps. We now had the opportunity to continue learning, growing and maybe make a lil money to continue once we left. So after further discussion we pass up the free beers, say good bye to the boys an head to our new farm.   Pulling up felt like a accomplishment after hours of gripping the steering wheel an riding the break for we were in a ex large tissue box barely making it around these sharp mountain roads. It was time to breathe and thank whoever up there helped us get there an simply smile from the  three hundred and sixty degrees of pure beauty - a paradise of not only birds but all  things  you could  imagine in it's  purest beauty. For the next few months we worked this land earning our keep. From watching the plants an fruits blossom to all animals coexisting like I've never seen before. We worked hard, never gave up an learned so much from the great plants to the history of the great people whom we will never forget. Though we were far from who we call family This one of a kind family there never let us forget what family was all about. From making sure everyone was ok an well to sharing  family holidays as if we had always been there. The greats of  this land made sure with left with memories, new love , and  just what we needed to continue our journey. Since it was the birds of paradise my bird name was Hoopoe - a South American bird with a kick ass mohawk. Waking up an hitting the trails to the garden every morning made you slow down an take in the beauty around you.  They had deer that would run in this shallow valley better known as "tick valley" (just so happens our dogs loved that same run which put us on tick patrol every day making sure our babies didn't end up with nasty lime disease!) They had a momma an baby bear that would do their morning rounds by our camp site every day waiting for us to slip up an leave something delicious they could smell an claim. One morning heading up just me an bray, my little one, I take note in her noticing something in a tree about 15 ft up in this amazing redwood tree. I decide I should freeze just like her an not take my eyes from where this odd noise was coming from. Next thing I know this bird about a foot and a half tall, black body, red head an a white patch on his chest comes from around this tree an stops an notices us he then makes the coolest noise I've ever heard come out  of a bird. So now I'm smiling from  ear to ear  an we stood simply enjoying this majestic bird. After a few times he  makes a circle around the tree then starts pecking so loud. Later after talking to the most epic man I know I learned that it was a rare western pacific wood pecker. Omg  how sweet is that!? Just think if I wouldn't have slowed down that glimpse of amazing would have passed me by. From then on I found myself listening a little more to nature an a little less to people, which is a feeling that not to many know. It's a respect you gain for everything  that really matters instead of just doing what we want with no care not even for the ones that know the most an get the least respect. No one hunted this land. They treated it just like the native amerians did an in return  the animals respected them sharing their land  and coexisting. What's really funny is I've heard of  this land, these people , an this farm growing up never once thinking I would be blessed to one day to experience it. While at  the CSA  there were wwoofers from France, Canada, NC, Utah , Oregon, Michigan, Alaska, an yours truly Louisiana. We have made great friends and have shared lots of stories. Hoping one day we will see them all again on our farm!!!!! Shout out to all the beauties we met! We love  y'all an can't wait to blow triangles again!!!!