Mr. Big Food cut the Southwest and Hidden Pastures yesterday as best he could given how wet it still is in places. Told me there were a couple of trees down by Copperhead Crossing. So this morning Rocky, Missy, and I went to take a look. At some point, I saw Missy running with a
Had to call Miss M. Out in the garden this afternoon. Heard screeching. Looked up– way up— and saw two, no three, hawks soaring. Red tailed right? I could see their tail bars. Oh. Red tailed hawks have red tails. No bars. Red shouldered it is. It’s so nice that among the five of them–
Thursday evening’s videos showed clouds to the east– the rain we’d had an hour or so earlier. This photo is the beginning of a little squall line that blessed us with an evening shower. Years ago, I took up bird watching– even bought the National Audubon Society Field Guide. It told me that every year
Turn your speakers up all the way. The Days Gone by! O the days gone by!The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quailAs he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was
Another easy way to prevent bird impacts is simply to keep your household or apartment lights off from dusk until dawn. Andrew Del-Colle, “Three Ways You Can Help Migrating Birds This Fall,” August, 2018. I like birds just as much as the next bird lover, but that’s just stupid. To begin, a spot of editing is
That’s a pigeon up on the roof. A city-dwelling flying rat pigeon. I know that it does not look much like a pigeon, but trust me, it’s the same city-dwelling flying rat pigeon that was sitting in the driveway yesterday. Gosh, I hope Tiger doesn’t get it!
No. No, that’s not something from The X-Files. It is what the Frugal Gourmet’s Basic Brown Soup Stock looks like after the roasted SOUP BONES and celery and carrots and onions and all have simmered for ten hours and the bones, celery, carrots and onions have been scooped out with a spider and the broth has
“The Cares of a Family” (1856) framed in bird’s-eye maple w/gold inset. $3750. Add it to your basket at The Old Print Shop. Or…
May’s Crappy Old Book of the Month was Science in Your Own Back Yard (Cooper, 1958). There was a lot I didn’t get to in this book. I had hoped to comment briefly on Chapter 10: Plants from Spores because one of the funniest things ever is the settled science of crappy old cook books, specifically the
The dogs barked and Miss M ran to the front door! Ohhhh! There are baby birds on the porch!! And a Mama!!!! We did our best.
The final still. It ain’t great, photo-wise, but it was a lot easier to upload.Happy Birthday, Miss M. We all hope you had a great day.Love you!
Eastern towhee; L ♂, R ♀ A strikingly marked, oversized sparrow of the East, feathered in bold black and warm reddish-browns – if you can get a clear look at it. Eastern Towhees are birds of the undergrowth, where their rummaging makes far more noise than you would expect for their size. Their chewink calls
Let’s make suet! If you’ve never made suet for the birds, you’re missing out on a fun winter activity. You can find suet recipes on the World Wide Web, or you can wing it. These are the items I gathered up this morning. Note: I opted to not use the baking mix– I thought there
A red bellied woodpecker which often visited a deck near the south fork of the Shenandoah River My friend Becca has a musing up over at Keep Guessing. It begins It’s bewildering how random the world can sometimes seem. I never saw that movie about the butterfly and the wings and all that, but I
I’ll be honest with you. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on. I was asked to make the brine. Even though we went over it this morning, there were some issues this afternoon. I called Mr. Big Food about the first and then winged the rest. The chicken is brining in the pot in the
Not a bad photo at full (36X) zoom. Who most enjoys spending time in the pasture, Rocky, Missy, or I? The Eastern Meadowlark has a very distinctive call. You can listen to it here.
I spent more time than I otherwise might have today learning a bit about Warren G. Harding, the 29th American President. Lest you think that’s all there was to my day, I present a few lines about a few other things that would have been post-worthy, had I not been learning about President Harding. I
Strollin‘ On our morning walk Missy and I shot a 1:44min video. I’ve been trying off & on all morning to get it to upload. (I need to change my camera settings.) I finally decided it was for the birds and quit trying. Too bad. It perfectly captured what was on the wind this noisy