Early morning light. Bird song. Lovely.
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So many photos do not get posted.
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So before I move on to yesterday, I’ll go back a few days…
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Many of our feathered friends are moulting
“Makes us itchy, missus!”
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Tufted Titmouse (not moulting)
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Red Cardinal. He is!
“Oh missus, don’t take my picture now!”
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“Usually, I look like this!”
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Shy Mrs C. breakfasted with a Dove
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Juvenile Grackle
Contemplating the wetness of the morning
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After protracted negotiations:
The Sparrows agreed to share:
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As soon as Jr departed…
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Master Sparrow offered advice from the top of my dilapidated bush:
“You should be careful who you invite to breakfast. Where there’s one…”
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Here they came, pushing and shoving…
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But it’s not always that way.
Sometimes it’s a sort of United Nations
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” I think I’d rather like to be a dove.”
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“You’re so good-natured and petite.”
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They make such a pretty pair.
That morning, I was washing dishes and gazing out at nothing in particular when a vision materialised before my eyes, like an angel descending from a cloud, as White Pigeon arrived without fanfare or fuss.
It settled next to a dove and they happily shared with other birds that came by.
This beautiful bird touches and intrigues me. It is very unusual.
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Junior Woodpecker touches me too.
It asks so politely for nuts.
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Zoomer is impressed too.
“Even I don’t challenge 3 Blue Jays!”
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Although I have never seen another creature take on Flower the Skunk, it is quite obvious that altercations sometimes take place at night.
No mistaking that aroma.
Even safely indoors.
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Flower comes late afternoon and evening which is when I quite often go charging out to look at the sky or yesterday, to check on the Mallow.
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Growing from the side of the house as it does, we tend not to notice it even though we pass by several times a day.
It is full of buds and deserves daily attention!
Which is one of the reasons I venture out, swatting at mosquitoes to which I seem to become ever more allergic.
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Yesterday was another very wet day.
Mallow still looked cheerful, despite the rain and having been under attack, from I know not what.
One of Nature’s decorators, it appears.
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From the designs, I’m guessing it’s the buds that are tasty, hence the patterns.
Not all blooms were had!
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It has been some weeks now since strong sunlight was a problem.
In the Spring I had to rig a blind against it because I couldn’t see the screen of my PC.
One recent afternoon I glanced out the patio door and noticed how the Black-eyed Susans were catching sun rays, at just the right angle this time of year .
Sure signs of change.
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Scruffy as it is, I have become quite fond of my garden. Even my weeds are cheerful.
Tick seed closes up at night, but as soon as the Sun rises: “Good Morning!”
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Shasta Daisy had a rather off-year.
But a lone bloom has held on for weeks, persevering no matter what.
So what if it’s a bit frayed around the edges? So am I.
It is appreciated.
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She preferred not to use it, but my mother’s name was Daisy.
She persevered through all kinds of adversity, always smiling.
So I think the name fit.
Beautiful photographs.
Daisy IS a good name. Our last cat was called Daisy.
Thank you, Carolyn, for the lovely post and wonderful photos.
Joanna
Oh, how beautiful all your photos are! The early morning light and the different birds are lovely (yes, also little Zoomer and even the skunk). But your flowers steal the show … the mallow is incredibly beautiful. And a daisy will always be pretty, no matter how it looks!
Do you know about Vitamin B Complex and mosquitoes, Carolyn? I used to get up to a dozen bites a day on dog walks, and had to try to cover up on uncomfortably hot days. Then I read about Vitamin B, and started to take it. So far, I have only had two bites during the whole of 2023. This explains it.
https://beetleypete.com/2021/06/18/vitamin-b-and-biting-insects/
Best wishes, Pete.