I actually displayed a good deal of self-control. I avoided the camera and the birds almost all day, but I was up really early so by two in the afternoon, I needed to point a lens at the birds. I was sure I’d seen a robin. Of course I know it’s a month too early for robins, but there was a flash of red on what looked like a bird’s tummy … so …
It wasn’t a robin. It was a red finch. He came with his own lady finch today.
I thought there was a squirrel waiting in the woods but it turned out to be a big Mourning Dove. My eyes are not good on long distances, so I saw big, brown, squishy creature sitting on a tree limb. It had to be a squirrel.
It wasn’t. Mourning Dove. Big, soft, brown. On a tree limb. Far enough away that I couldn’t clearly see him, but I aimed the camera. It saw him. Or her. Is there a difference between the girls and the boys?
I ordered some of the upgraded birdseed today. See if I can get some new faces around the feeder. Always the same few dozen chickadees, warblers, finches, and nuthatches.
And three or four woodpeckers. And Juncos. We need some more action around here!
Pair of finches
There really was something different on the feeder, but my battery went dead. It had been sending me little flashing orange reminders for a while, but I didn’t take the hint, so by the time I changed the battery, whatever had been there was gone.
Greatness comes in many forms. From your best friend, to your husband and fourth grade teacher … the fireman, police and soldiers who protect you … the men who invent our world … the people who fight injustice. So much greatness, too much for one post … this is a small start.
This morning. It’s cooler now, already in mid-August. The hottest part of the summer has passed and around here, we suddenly know that there’s not much time left to get things done before winter closes in on us. But for this day, this bright and beautiful perfect morning, I can sit on my deck amidst the fuchsia I’ve nursed since springtime.
The urgency of replacing the broken old steps to the deck, a job that has needed doing since early spring was finished. What is more delicious than sitting amidst flowers sipping coffee while two younger generations — four teenagers and one middle-aged dad — do the work. I love work. I can watch it all day.
There are few carefree moments in life these days, but this morning, to sit, drink coffee and enjoy my flowers, soft breezes and bright sunshine while younger backs hammer and saw … that’s good. That’s freedom.
Waking up to the light in the bedroom, my day begins with coffee and ends where it began. Not exciting, perhaps, but it’s a form-fitting world for me and mine. I wanted this to be an ordinary day, like most days. There are busier days, days spent away from home, at doctor’s offices and (alas) working … but this is a regular average day in my life. Nothing special, nothing fancy. Welcome to my little world.
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