Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Monday, May 23, 2016
lines of natures existence. For that matter, please contemplate a birds very survival coming into the World on Day 1 and being told to move out of the House (nest) by Day 13. Who told the baby bird how to forage, fly, live, build a nest, fight off foes and still regale in the place they live? And in the time half the cycle of the Moon's turn, we take this baby bird from a bliss of existence to its very survival. We humans are blessed to live amongst such turmoil and success of nature
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Ikept an eye on him/her during breakfast. Since he/she seemed pretty fidgety, I got out my camera. I watched him/her preen himself/herself a bit. Then before I could aim my camera, he/she turned around and fluttered his/her wings and actually "snuck out the back door." THE NERVE OF HIM/HER! So I didn't get a good picture
or more days! NEVER! Guess they showed me "a thing or two!"
But about mid-morning, Mrs. Robin cut her "Palm Beach" vacation short and was VIGOROUSLY snatching up worms in our backyard. I should say she was literally GORGING herself! Was she making up for lost time or was she loading up for a "post-flight" treat for the kids?
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Bryson describes the origins of man as if reported yesterday. Was a version of man really there two hundred million years ago? If so, how did such a man get to the isolated island and from where did he come? Bryson didn't know, neither do I.
Afine book. A very fine book.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Now it's spring. Godspeed and God bless.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
What are your favorite songs?
(and Me, too!)
These, for sure.
Monday, May 2, 2016
Sometimes you wish something spectacular would happen within close-eye view. We see bird life at a distance, and that’s usually the end of our viewing.
Bird nests and bird families are quite familiar to all of us, aren’t they? We hardly give them a second thought. Even a knocked down nest buried in a stack of dried leaves doesn’t get a lot of attention. So it was a nest I saw. Big deal?
“Look, she’s gonna build her nest!” (Of course, no sign of DAD around to help or even to give encouragement!) So, stringy bit by bit (remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day) she carried her pickings into her nest with her beak, pecked around to make sure all ends were in, and then did her final “swishing and twirling” with the weight of her body forming the cup-like depth. For TWO WHOLE DAYS without interruption, she carried her twiggy-grassy bits with her multitasked beak, tucked them all in, and swished them down to a comfortable circle.
I emphasize with her long sit. I have this feeling that the least I could do would be to furnish some background stereo music, or bring her the daily paper, or even furnish her with pencil and paper to write her “Birthing Journey.” She seems to have her eyes open all the time in kinda of deep stare. Is she sleeping with her eyes open to watch for danger and enemies or is she bird-thinking as she sits and sits the long hours with only an occasional shifting of her body in her nest?
Mrs. Robin is everything:
(See previous blog for a picture journal of this amazing