A couple of late arrivals flying in to join the massed reunion of migrating birds.
The excited chattering alerted us to the assembly yesterday morning, but toward the end of the day Grant called me outside to witness:
Red-wings and grackles and the occasional sparrow
These are the moments when I long for a steady hand!
…and for the ability to record and share the sound.
Leaving the birds to their reunion, I returned indoors, but not for long.
Soon the light called me back out.
It rescued me momentarily from the awful gloom of the news I had been trying in vain to comprehend.
True to form, not long after such a splendid late afternoon, a noisy storm rolled in, shaking the house with its thunderous roar. Clearly thunderstorms are now a Spring thing!
This time, Blackie did not flinch, maybe because of my own demeanour. I had heard the distant grumblings and read the forecast, so I was not startled as I had been the previous night.
Early this morning a new visitor arrived, looking slightly bedraggled from such a wet night.
Some people don’t like possums. I love them.
She found something to nibble on in the grass and left-over bird seed, then she hurried off to disappear down by the groundhog hole.
(We decided it was a she because of the head shape.)
Grant put a scoop of peanuts out on the back patio in case she came back…
…and pretty soon…
“I heard you were serving breakfast?”
Yes, it has sharp teeth, but it wasn’t being fierce, in those two photos. It was just chomping on peanuts.
Grant decided this one was male. I’m not entirely convinced it wasn’t the same one.
We are delighted they are back.
And also pleased to see our daily Red: