Life with cats, and other things…
Tibetan prayer flags. They are cheerful and I use them as a bird "blind". It's wonderful to look outside and see wildlife. Sometimes, though, they are familiar. Oh, it's OK We don't begrudge you a drink. Just don't chase my friends! The grey cat has been seen a couple of times, so must be "local". … Continue reading Loving wildlife
It was March 24th when the trail-cam first picked up the image of a squirrel that looked decidedly wonky. The very next day, I saw the same strange movement go past the window as I was riding the exercise bike. Enter Gimpy. I should know better than to let these creatures into my heart. Our … Continue reading The lame and the lost
Social distancing being observed It looked as though even the birds were observing the rules today, on their chow line. At least they got the message from our Governor, Mr Cuomo, even if him in the White House didn't. It's so embarrassing having him for a president. Fortunately, I have entertainment to distract me... Grant … Continue reading Obeying the rules…or not…
Our bright morning, yesterday, turned into a rainy afternoon, then as it was growing dusk, I was drawn outside by the light, and by the wild and wonderful sky. I never grow tired of it. Nor the sound of night creatures singing their tunes. Frogs and cicadas, I suppose. The night before, we brought in … Continue reading Wild things
Winter is back. Not the pretty, snowy kind, but the blustery, get into the cracks, raw, miserable, wet kind they always had when I was in England. In those days it was the only kind and Summer wasn't a lot different. Before climate change disrupted everybody's weather. I've even got the sore throat that always … Continue reading Red?
Grackle taking flight I've got a poem in my head But I can't find it, so instead Here's a tale I made up That partly concerns our friend Red. Red's a "squirl" with a swishy tail I asked her from where she did hail. "I come from over there", she said, Pointing with a nod … Continue reading Letting the side down?
Is it possible that Wild Turkeys have regional accents? When I went out, early this morning to replenish the bird feeder, I could hear a familiar sound from somewhere "out there": "glubble glubble glubbler gluck". Wild Turkeys! I recognized the sound and it is definitely not "gobble gobble". Not up here anyway. Immediately I went … Continue reading Turkey love and Gimpy
Then this happened When I went outside this morning to capture shots of glorious Spring in Washington County (NY), the birds were still singing their gay Springtime tune, but not long after they were back sitting on their bush glaring at us through the window. "WTF is THIS?" they said. They are very rude birds. … Continue reading Spring in Cambridge
