Before it freezes again…
The painted buntings have been spectacular this winter – coming to the feeders 3 males and 3 greens at a time.
“See what, Gavin?“
“The birds. I can’t see the birds.“
Gavin is likely to always associate me with birds (remember this) – a legacy I never could have imagined even five years ago. I suppose there are worse things. I’m blaming the painted buntings.
We had a squirrel crisis yesterday while Gavin was here. One of the gray squirrels, who prefers to eat from the bird feeders rather than the very same feed plus peanuts that I leave out in a dish for all the squirrels, managed to get his back leg caught in heavy wire while sliding down to one of the feeders. He twisted and turned and gnawed at the wire in an attempt to free himself, but nothing seemed to work. There didn’t appear to be any way that we could safely help him either. Emily’s thoughts were “if he got his leg in, then he can get his leg out“. At first, he growled at Emily when she approached for a closer look, but then he hung from the wire and whimpered. About the time I thought we might have to put the poor thing out of his misery, he managed to break free.
When Louis asked this morning what my plans were for the day, I told him I intended to begin spring cleaning. He wisely advised me to wait a couple of weeks. The pine pollen is the thickest we’ve seen in years, and efforts to remove the layer of yellow dust from every horizontal surface is a never ending task.
“There’s a little yellow flower growing between the pine trees by the shed.” Louis informed me a little later.
Having abandoned any thoughts of spring cleaning, I headed outside with the camera, in search of the little yellow flower.
Yellow flowers, white flowers, pink flowers, purple flowers, two black snakes…and dozens of photographs later I was grateful for the gritty pollen dust that put spring cleaning on hold and the little yellow flower that inspired me to explore…before it freezes again.