As the World turns…

As if on queue, as the sun broke the horizon, I heard the call of geese:

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It was rather a challenge, rotating my lens from the horizon to the sky above and attempting first to locate the flock and then get them in focus!

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Meanwhile the House Sparrows continue to sit in the hedge, muttering:

"We be 'ouse Sparrows, missus. Da means us'n shud be in da 'ouse, na freezing out yar!"

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Why would they speak with such an “accent”? It’s just the way they seem to glare at us.

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We have some new visitors at the feeders:

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Tiny Pine siskins. Grant had placed the feeders high up, to shelter them under the roof, making it a bit difficult for me to see. He’s 6 ft 3. I’m not. Just getting the seed up there was awkward, but I was delighted to note that the siskins were quite unafraid . I love talking to birds and they seemed to listen. A good thing/bad thing, I guess.

Today Grant put the feeders back on long hooks, pending the arrival of bad weather!

The siskins are very accommodating, happily sharing with the stroppy house sparrows:

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This morning, with the ground less frigid, I threw some seed down and it was like a football scrum. Not that I’m an expert on such things, but I imagine the chaos is similar.

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So much for putting the clock back. Having believed Friday to be Saturday, I efficiently took care of re-programming the kitchen clocks early last night and then realized I had advanced them, knowing full well I’d meant to do the reverse.

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Then I was up early anyway. Having greeted last night’s Silver Orb:

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…it seemed appropriate to greet the return of the Golden Orb:

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As I came back in, Grant told me deer had arrived in the field. Not that I could see them:

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They blended in so well, all I could do was point in what I thought was their general direction and click.

There were 5 in all. So nice to have our little family re-assembled.