So, did I see a squirrel murder a baby robin yesterday, or did I not? I glanced out of my window and saw a squirrel running erratically across my neighbor’s lawn, sort of zig-zagging. I could see the grass move in front of him, so it looked like the squirrel was chasing something on the […]
Jun 2, 2022
Cool Morning
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Nemo and I went on the deck–I with my coffee. For some reason, Nemo doesn’t care for coffee! But, chicken? Well, that’s another matter. It was peaceful on the deck–quiet and with birds just waking up. Tree frogs are back too. They come early, in fact, and I really like to hear them. As long […]
May 14, 2022
The Call of the Whippoorwill
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In my last blog, I wrote about how times have changed since I was a girl. I miss a lot of those times. One thing I didn’t write about, and which I sincerely miss, is hearing the call of the whippoorwill. The whippoorwill is a night bird, a fascinating bird, and second only to the […]
Mar 21, 2022
Spring Storms and Other Things
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Happy second day of Spring! Around 10:33 yesterday morning, winter packed its bags and crept out the back door while spring bustled in the front. Now, that’s not saying there won’t be some lingering traces of winter, because I’m sure she’ll linger, in some places more than in others, but at least the great, turning […]
Feb 3, 2022
Snow and Ice
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This morning, my world looks quite different from yesterday. Inches of snow cover the grass and tree limbs. It comes up to Nemo’s tummy and he’s not quite sure what to think about it. However, the coffee and hot tea are warming, the birds are flocking to scattered sunflower seeds, and the fireplace is blazing. […]
Jan 21, 2022
This Day
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What are you doing this nippy January day? Actually, ten degrees is a bit more than nippy. Thankfully, we don’t have a howling wind or blowing snow or sleet. But, it is cold. This means I’ll need to replenish bird baths for thirsty birds and make sure they have enough sunflower seeds. There’s one form […]
