Archive for category nature’s wildlife
Up high, the flies are playing,
And frolicking, and swaying.
The frog thinks: Dance! I know
You’ll end up here below.
~ Wilhelm Busch
All the critters are coming out to play. When the frogs come out, the sound of 100’s of them croaking at the same time can drown out all other sounds … it amazes me how loud they are. When I get to the edge of the water to find the frogs they tend to jump in and disappear, this guy was more curious than afraid.
I have been spending way too much time outside the last couple of weeks. The weather has been incredible, a dose of summer at the beginning of spring. At some point I’ll catch up with my photo sorting and share the bounty, but it’s just too nice out to be inside, today it may get up to 86° whoo hooo!
P.S. I know many of you can not comment. Thanks for trying, I’m not sure what the problem is? I have an appointment today with my computer guy. If he can’t fix the issue, I’ll be transferring over to my new website in hopes of solving the problem. My site is still a work in progress, but if it solves this issue it will be worth it.
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. ~ Frank Lloyd Wright
Sundays are my favorite day of the week. The world seems to slow down a bit… there is a collective energy that encourages relaxation and reflection. Sundays seem to last longer than most days. I decide in the moment what to do, rather than attacking my to do list. Whatever gets ‘done’ is because it is exactly what I want to do and I don’t have guilt about anything I did not do ~ Yeah!
Today I hiked in the morning and in the evening finding so many of these little ice sculptures, tune in tomorrow to see my favorites.
What is your favorite day of the week?
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked. ~ Anais Nin
Those true eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them ~ Owen Meredith
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. ~ William Blake
Did you know that when you receive a feather it is a token of friendship and respect? One of my students in a creativity class I was teaching years ago gave me a beautiful note thanking me for the friendship I offered. She included a soft gray feather letting me know of this native american tradition. I still have it tucked into a jar filled with all the other feathers I find hiking. Every time I look at the jar full of feathers, I think about all of the friendships I cherish.
I wish I could give you this actual feather, hopefully the cyber version will suffice? I found this beautiful gray quill with a soft red tip a few months ago, each time I wander to the ponds out back, I look to see if it’s still stuck on the branch. I’m delighted each time I find it floating in the wind or tangled in the damp conditions. It’s so fun to have something to visit and check in on.
Once I walk past the feather I go check on my nest. The first time I found this tiny treasure, I was devastated to see the broken abandoned eggs, but that’s life, sometimes things just don’t work out. (Sometimes they do, I’ve found so many other wonderful empty nests). I’m so curious about what kind of bird used to live in this one, it’s pretty small, it could fit comfortably in the palm of my hand and the white eggs are about the size of jelly beans?
Do you have something or someone to visit on a regular basis?
Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain. ~ Doug Coupland
I can sit for hours staring out the window watching the birds, I wonder what this one is staring at?
The tree with all my feeders get’s pretty crowded on the snowy days.
This one needs a napkin.
I was zoomed in with my camera watching this mourning dove fall asleep on the branch.
I just love their blue eyelids.
We both were surprised when this one flew in and landed right by his side!?
The jays were being fairly nice to the others ~ surprised me.
The titmouse are so skittish. They rarely sit in one spot for long? I’m determine to get a good shot of these beauties someday. Maybe that’s why I sit by the window for hours bird watching, I love a challenge.
Sometimes I feel like some of the birds are looking right back at my with something important to say.
All things must change to something new, to something strange. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I took this shot ↑ last spring on April 17 during a late snow storm, it’s normal to see the buds appearing on the trees.
I took these shots ↓ this week on December 1. It’s not normal to see buds on the trees at the beginning of winter!?
I rarely watch the news but turned it on during our first snow storm. I’m glad I did, it solved a mystery I’ve been wondering about… when I was hiking a few weeks ago I was so surprised that I was finding so many caterpillars crawling, moths flying, and flowers blooming in mid – November, most surprising was a shrub that was budding? It turns out that we had exceptionally warm periods this fall that caused some odd occurences,.. trees and shrubs began to bud out soon after their leaves fell off. It’s so strange to see these buds in December?