Namaste

There is nothing more magical than the potential of a lovely spring flower. The daffodils are now blooming and since they are mixed, some are still pushing through the earth while others are in full bloom. I have so few in this new yard that each is awaited with much excitement. This bud is bowing deeply in honor of its existence before opening its full face to the sun.

Squeaky Clean

This little molty goldfinch reminds me of the struggles of the human teenage male. The voice begins to deepen but it is unpredictable in its nature and sometimes it comes out like a mouse's squeak - high, feminine and vulnerable sounding. The beard begins to show either as peach fuzz or long stray hairs on the chin, neither of which is particularly attractive. This beginning leaves an unfortunate impression on the female he may be pursuing.

Our male goldfinch above is beginning to get his golden color which is essential to attracting a nice female goldfinch for that all important lovemaking in the springtime. Right now he looks like he came out of the wrong cycle of the washer and dryer and is in a shrunken and damaged suit! If you click to 'embiggen' you will also see the uncomfortable, perhaps adolescent, look on his face.

In Tabor's Yard It's All About Location, Location, Location

Last year the red-bellied woodpecker family made their home in the tall dead tree just outside the southeastern corner of my house and only a few feet from the sunflower supermarket. The male rounded the natural knothole to perfection and then called the female over for her approval. She wasn't too crazy about it facing the house instead of the water but the spring was moving on fast and she had eggs to lay and so they closed on the place and raised their family. Their children were natural athletes and soon moved on before mid-summer.

Yesterday, I took this photo (click for a better view) of a male red-bellied woodpecker, perhaps the same one, checking out the old stomping grounds. The place is a bit last year's style and needs some cleanup, but it has still got good bones and the price is right. Lots of great trees for the children to learn flying in. Perhaps the pair are moving in again for the spring. It is all about location, location, location.

New Spring Clothes

There is something about the new spring cloaks that the birds are wearing these days. It makes one look twice. Hope the ladies like these new zootsuits.

Health Checkup by the Wren

One of the reasons my spring pansies look so nice is that this little Carolina wren goes through each and every leaf and blossom and looks for little bugs to eat. He also probably leaves some calling cards that the pansies like!


Here he is all done and seemingly performing a stretch after all that poking and peaking. Click on the photos for a better view.

Pansified

I stepped out onto the back deck yesterday as I saw out of the corner of my eye something I had not seen in quite a while --- sunshine! It seemed that these little faces in the pots had also discovered the sun and, although eager to appear, seemed to be squinting at the brightness. You will have to click on them to see that.

Also yesterday morning I heard a lot of chatter high up in the tulip trees and there sat about 20 robins surveying the territory. If the robins are back, can spring be far behind?

Nevermore

Dressed like rich undertakers
They pose in the trees
Crying their myriologue.

Together they are a murder
and have been rumored to kill a lamb
while a single crow
will gauge carefully his time to raid
the nest of another bird.

His ancestors punishment for the tattle-tale
to the God Apollo
Turned all their white to black,
And as such they have sometimes
been called flying monkeys.

Nature's Deception

What appears above as delicate, feathery and even elegant can be like a hibernating bear in winter. We were gifted with about 8 plastic buckets of three or four varieties two years ago. Ornamental grasses can be quite expensive, so we were aware of the value of this gift, but we were moving into the house and only had time to burying them beside the driveway in unprepared soil and hope for the best. The grasses survived perhaps in anger if not humiliation at how we have ignored them over the years and spread and gave us wonderful back-lit golden borders as we approached our house at the end of the summer and fall days.

In the winter they got cut back to the ground for their dormant period and because of their size we had to use a chain saw!

Last week, we decided it was time to move a third of them to the retaining wall landscape bed, which had been our original intention. It took two hours of digging with two shovels and hours of whacking into 75 pound rooted dirt balls with a machete before we were able to break up three large plants into smaller plants and place in a long line to form a grassy wall along the garage and perhaps to prevent small children from falling into the ravine.

My legs are bloodied but I am unbowed. I have learned not to underestimate any plant.

Gone to Wrack and Ruin

March's full moon has been waking me in the middle of the night as it beams through my uncurtained bedroom windows. Its reflection across the water and the land is intriguing and it is hard to get back to sleep after a review of the yard from my windows. About 2:00 PM last night I headed back to bed and found, to my dismay, that the spring moon is also an invitation to raccoon partying and debauchery. This fellow was deep in the ravine having a nasty argument with another male about territory or a loud and raucous discussion with a female about mating--just bring her some of the sunflower seeds you have been stealing from the bird feeder! In either case the scratchy barn door wailing and the harsh growling and the loud chirping sounds went on for over an hour. They would start out low and barely discernible sounding almost like a whistle in the nose of my bed partner, but then escalating to loud cries as though someone was being eaten alive. It took me some time after the silence returned to my neck of the woods for me to fall asleep once again.

Mates

Caught this pair on the snag outside my kitchen window. I had to take this photo through the window AND the window was screened. So it it not a clear or good shot. But it does capture two together near my house which is rare. I quietly stepped out on the deck to see if I could get a better photo and only caught this through the deck before they took off, beady eyed little pair that they were.

135 sunsets

We are in the 70th day of the year 2009, and while I do not take a photo of the sunset every night and I try to be critical when reviewing files, I currently have 135 photos of sunsets since New Years Day on a folder in my PC. They are like my children to me, twins, triplets, quadruplets, etc. Each is different and lovely in its own way and cannot be relegated to the recycle bin on my computers desktop. I am a photo critics nightmare. Sunsets are so trite and so predictable as a subject for an amateur photographer such as I. And yet, I continue to capture such pixels and store them away in folders. The few selected below have not been tweaked in any way except to reduce the image size for posting. Colors are all as my camera lens saw them.

Spring Breakfast

Grubs and beetles are starting to move freely under the logs and inside the bark of dying trees. If you listen very, very carefully you can follow their tiny scratching movements and then open a hole and eat them!

Paridae

According to Wikipedia "The name titmouse is attested from the 14th century, composed of the Old English name for the bird, mase (Proto-Germanic *maison, German Meise) and tit, denoting something small. The spelling was influenced by mouse in the 16th century."

I used to think they were called titmice because of the little gray tuft on the top of their head possibly resembling a mouses tit. So much for where my mind goes.

These little birds have been regular visitors to the feeders throughout the winter and will also be around through the summer. They are curious and frequently stop by and peek in the windows as this one is doing. (If you want a fuller stare-down, click on the photo.)

Sharpshooter

The crisp white of the snow was a thousand mirrors against the setting sun. The surface of the water multiplied that reflection by another thousand shards of silver light. It pierced my eyes and was like white fire inside my brain. How could something so far away be so bright and still seem so cold? It was as if the earth welcomed this parting lightning glance from her old friend and in response swirled, tossing the hem of her dress with a glance over her shoulder displaying her version of fire and ice. It was as if a tango of ardor was being performed between the star and the planet. The intensity of the passion was not for mere mortals such as I to comprehend. I was to stay out of the way and let them do their Klingon dance.

Snowbird--Yellow Rumped Warbler

What he found as he darted in the snow-covered grass has me wondering. He did not eat beneath the bird feeders, so something in the green blades was tempting him. It was too cold for him to serenade me with a warble.

March the Lion

We had to depart for the weekend as both of my grandchildren's parents were away on travel. We left the fragile newly planted kohlrabi, pak choi and swiss chard in the newly constructed greenhouse. They were well watered, covered with plastic weighted by bales of straw, and then because the weather report predicted temps in the teens, hubby rushed out to buy a tiny heater and set it on the lowest setting of the thermostat.

This is what we returned to this morning. At least 8 inches of white fluffy stuff and 29 F...no insulating blanket of snow on the little greenhouse probably due to the heater inside.

Hubby could not wait to see how the plants did. He tore away the bale of straw and lifted the stiff cold plastic. What he saw were little green faces twice the size from when we planted them. The heater will only be needed if another hard freeze comes our way. We should have greens for stir fry in two weeks!

Inside Blooms

Warm your cold hands and feet by these little beauties.
(Click to get warmer.)

Potential

Sexy
Passionate
Luscious
Every year the same.

Grackles, Enough to Raise Hackles

The red shouldered hawk pair over the weekend and now new visitors are signs of spring coming to our side of the river.

Like Robert Brady's marauding monkeys of Japan or the locusts that Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote about in one of her books, the black murder of grackles descended on the river yesterday. Their migratory freeway must pass this way. The sky was filled with dark kites...numbering in the hundreds...maybe thousands. They were noisy and bold and acted as if no one else needed sustenance here.

Everything in their path was theirs for the taking. Just like a motorcycle gang at the local stop in the desert, they took what they wanted and left the dregs for the rest of the birds. In a few hours they had completely emptied the sunflower feeder and then snacked a little on the thistle seed. They even kept the squirrels at bay. Then they flew to the tops of the trees to clean their bills and fertilize the tree roots.

They are still around today, but spread out wide with various watchmen sitting in the high trees along the river waiting to see if the feeders will be re-filled. I put out a small plastic tray of bird seed on the deck for the resident birds to snack and am going to see if I can out- wait these birds that had hijacked the feeder from our regular visitors yesterday.

They have to move on sometime I am guessing...

Brokebill

This is NOT the cardinal that has been tapping routinely on every window of the house...except the one where I have placed a rubber snake on the ledge below. That is one of the males. This female cardinal does have a problem though. The broken bill does not seem to be interfering with her eating as she is still nice and plump.

Bird Pantry Thief

We think we may have found one of the reasons our sunflower seed is disappearing so rapidly. If you click on the photos to enlarge (though very blurry because they were taken quickly through the window with screen) one can see the thief. Brave and clearly not intimidated by how close my husband got until my husband roared. His coat (the thief's) was full and shiny and he was big and fat...not doubt thanks to sunflower oil!

My Nutty Feathered Friend

This nuthatch visits each afternoon and spends the better part of his time walking upside down on the side of the tree. His behavior is just like the yellow bellied woodpecker in that he grabs a sunflower seed from the feeder and then jams it into a place in the tree and uses that leverage to get the shell off of the seed. He is quick and darting in behavior and hard to capture with the camera. (Click to enlarge.)

Well Behaved Greeters

These little faces will be so lovely for company this afternoon and all from only two bulbs a few years ago. The deep red and larger blossoms are bursting their green covers and it appears they will be following in a few days.

A Fairy Tale?

Once a long, long, very long time ago in a land far (well not so very far) away I had a house with a backyard deck draped in clematis.

I had a little homemade pond filled with gold and orange and white koi carp
that were given unusual names.

I even had a rose garden that filled my house with lush bouquets.
Sigh...that seems a long time ago.

Just the Beginning

Looks like this corner of the kitchen is going to be prettier in just a few days. The buds in the back standing like big thumbs are the deep red flowers that get boldly large. This year I have carefully staked them and tied with landscape velcro.

New Spring Outfits

I think she is getting dressed for spring. Her colors are getting richer.

The Tease

The day was blue and gray with the sun sometimes able to peek in frustration from behind wind blown clouds. The temperature was neither frigid nor promising...just gray winter cold. I took my favorite pruning shears from the plant shelf at the side of the kitchen and walked to the plant bed in the front yard and snipped some rosemary and some weak-looking but still pungent sage. This was all I needed to tease a slow cooked pot roast into bringing warm thoughts back to the day.

It Takes So Little to Restore the Energy of Spring

How appropriate so close to Valentine's Day! Let the show begin! The first to open are the smaller pink amaryllis blossoms. This one just opened with the big smile of hope this morning, and as can be seen, the stamens are still drooping. I have a few other plants as close to blossoming. I hate to be away this weekend and miss the beginning of the show. But I will return for the encore on Sunday. (It takes to little to energize my thoughts.)

And below, these are the stars that provide my husband hope.