Hey look!! A bird!!

Okay, so that subject line up there is the equivalent of what comes out of my mouth when someone is talking to me and I think of something I've been meaning to tell them, so have to spit it out right away or it's gone yet again......and yep, another of the world's longest sentences. Thank you for noticing.

This photo was taken May 11th as she was going about her business of setting up house.

About the 16th of July the mulberry under which she built her home became a crime scene. Where's Grissom when you need him. (Oh look it up; I'm not like she who owns this place, all smart and willing to provide links) Anyyyyyway, from my livingroom vantage point, something on the ground looked out of place. Now remembering that this was before any intake of caffeine and with only glasses, not contacts, I ventured forth and found two "bodies". Not all was lost as something was clearly still in the nest making an awful racket - well I don't know if it was making a racket or a paddle truth be told.....

Anyway, the moral of the story is don't just throw out tinsel for pete's sake (men, geez); birds love it for their nests as evidenced by all the shiny branches in almost every tree near our house.

Oh and ironically the pink flower is cranesbill. In my world it's worth mentioning, yes.

They're not all pretty, you know

Yes, another hummingbird. This is to show that, as the subject line suggests, they're not all gorgeous - hey, just like people and let's not get into the oh we're all lovely in our own way type of musing, okay? Okay.

In actual fact, I'm fairly certain he is gorgeous but unless they have determined there is a reason to be, ie trying to find a mate to drag back to their cave..erm, nest...then they don't bother cocking their little heads and being all showy. Gosh this almost turned into a post with a point and we certainly don't want that.

I don't have any current photos of pumpkins, after all.

ixnay on the ummingbirds for a bit, yes--I heard that!

I am more than the sum of hummingbird parts

The subject line is a suggestion for a good country song, I guess. Go on. I dare you to write the first verse.

Geez, I tried to be original but that's an Oriole sitting on a hummingbird, now that I look .... well, actually it was all along; not just because I took a look.

There were two Orioles present but this guy was waiting on his mate to get out of the birdbath. You can't see it but the towel is just off to the side.

Yes, we apparently could put up a sign: "Welcome to the Flock Inn". As opposed to ... oh, never mind.

Canadian topic: no weather in sight except the very hot, humid and cloudless variety. I guess keeping the birdbath topped up is a necessity, you know, except for the lake just five minutes up the road. Where I saw fish jumping on Thursday afternoon. Uh-oh, this is turning random which makes for a very good time to hunt for the proper label for below and stop typing now.

One should never continue typing with a case of the sillies and sudden randomness looming. Actually, those are generally the most entertaining of posts but I have to go somewhere to do something. Isn't the outer world just plain irritating sometimes.

And now we have the bird with less expensive taste

Yep, another humingbird. Hey, it's a novelty for me so it's probably something you'll be putting up with off and on.

Or we could ignore the bird and do something truly Canadian; we could talk about the weather. Oh let"s.

Spring lasted about ten minutes this year. I was still wearing layers at night, when walking the pups, only a little more than a week ago but today made a point of driving the car with the better air-conditioning because I was picking up a few groceries. Note the date. There was a severe heat warning in effect at the Centre of the Universe...you know, where I used to live....this afternoon. Note the date. I feel lousy for the dogs though as they were used to going in the house from their walks, each promptly finding a vent with the a/c blasting up to cool their bellies. The a/c in this house consists of opening all doors and windows for the cross-ventilation.
My apologies to the person reading this who has no cross-ventilation. I am NOT smirking. Honest. Maybe a little.

Ah, well, we'll all get used to it. What else is there to do, really.

And here I sat for another minute visualizing the dogs, trying to cool down, stuck to the window-screens like the toys you see stuck on car windows... um, yeh. I should go now.

And maybe tomorrow a flower. Hey, now there's something for you to live for.

If small things in life make you happy

...then you'll be just over the moon about the bird. How nice of this particular one to perch on the better (read: more expensive and least tacky) of the three feeders I have for them out there. Sadly, said feeder is hanging in a Weeping Mulberry which I think will be hacked down in the Fall as it's on its last limbs. It's shedding its bark the same way people shed skin after a bad sunburn and there's not a whole lot of foliage on the one portion. I'm guessing that's not a good sign.

So, yes as the OLF mentioned above, it is the May two-four weekend. Most of my plants have been in the ground for two weeks or more and the two Red Maple trees were planted the last week of April - er, I think. That was a process my mind doesn't want to revisit, apparently. The trees are amazing. I love them truly, madly, deeply. There is just something about the majesty of Red Maples. Oh I do go on, don't I. And that, Your Honour, is why She should never have given me the blog password.

Anyway, red cedar mulch went on top of the whole lot to protect and help foster along all of the cash I planted.... er, plants I lovingly arranged. And do you know what happens when you also remember to turn the hose on? It all perks up and looks downright healthy - that is, when you point the hose spouting water at the greenery. I'm just sayin'....

This is a new abode, you'll remember, if you've been following along and the terrain here is sandy; sandy as in dump the (insert name of the best vacuum on the market here) 's cannister over the side deck as it picks up more sand than anything, and the birds use the dog hair for their nests anyhow. Oh yes, the point. There was a point. I've never gardened in a sand base so this is going to be darn near as interesting as what the heck the OLF is going to be nurturing on her balcony.

And before this turns into a post about something positive, I shall take my leaf.

All feast or famine, isn't it

I know, I know ... I go weeks with nary a peep and then you have to read (or not) what passes for my thoughts a couple of days running. I don't know why, either, if that helps.

The photo for today was a "what the heck?' moment. As you can see it's a hanging basket which is clearly recovering from a sudden night of frost which, yes, the Weather Network assured us was past - uh, but I digress. IN the basket is a dove in mourning. I guess that's why she felt like plunking her little feathery butt in the basket - to cheer herself.

I probably don't need to mention how freaked I was to not see the bird but hear the basket cooing? No, I bet you'd have figured that out. I mean even baskets in my world don't generally coo. Generally.

Thank goodness the walls can't talk, is the addendum to any thought that may appear above.