One of my critters got it.  My wife heard a rattling of a plate.  I was absented minded:  I laid down a slice of cheesecake in the living room and quickly went out to refill my birdseed and promptly forgot about the cheesecake.  We still don’t know who gobbled it down.  It was one of my critters.  One of my dogs.  I would not put it past anyone of them.  It became a tasty morsel for one of them.

We were, again, on the outlook for red-winged blackbirds.  Every time we pass that marsh we have our eyes open for them.  They come back each year.  The farmer, also, has some nesting boxes strategically placed on the edges of the marsh.  They are hard to spot when they are perched in a tree.  Their strip of color on their shoulders is hard to see.  It is a lot easier to make an accurate identification when their tell tale red on their wings is revealed when they are flying.  I, always, loved the sight of red-winged blackbirds. And so does my wife.

Coco would not let go of the meat she found when she got loose briefly in our neighbor’s yard.  I had a tug of war with my black female dog with the meat she firmly had in her mouth but she refused to drop it.  My wife banished her in the yard for several hours.  She was grossed out.  It could have been a squirrel.  There was no fur with the meat so we were only making a guess where the meat came from.  Hours later she was allowed to come into our house.  The meat was gone from her mouth.

There were two clumps of daffodils in the middle of the woods.  Someone must have a sense of humor.  We thought about transplanting them but we decided it was kind of cool to have them there.  There is at least two different varieties there:  They are large and one is yellow and another is white.  Every year they come up.  I questioned my wife about them.  She does not know who planted them.  It was such a long time ago.

I forgot we had a leather puncher.  I had priced them years ago and the cost of them were exorbitant.  Not too long ago my wife got a good deal on a pair of them.  I had a beautiful light tan leather belt I wanted to wear but the belt was too loose.  I then remembered my wife had bought two.  I dug one up and put two more notches in the belt and then it held up my pants.  I had no idea where that belt came from.  I was thrilled I now could use it.

That bed of primrose had yellow, pink, dark red, purple and white flowers.  During the winter only the yellow ones budded.  I was told they are the most hardy.  Now it has warmed up and is still somewhat cool so the other ones budded.  The primrose don’t like the warm weather but spring is only a few weeks in.  We bought two other varieties of primrose yesterday.  We will have seven different colored primrose in that bed now.

China Was Meowing

Author: siggy

China, my exotically long haired black and white cat was on the kitchen counter meowing.  That was unusual behavior.  I seldom hear him talk.  I looked around and noted the two cat dishes were completely empty so I filled them immediately.  He stopped meowing.  He got his point across.  I am sure the other six cats were also happy.  They now had food.

It was April 14–still no hummingbirds.  I keep looking out my window and wonder when I will see the first one.  Pretty soon I will have to put out fresh nectar.  It only lasts so long.  I will have to consult my bird journal to see when I put out the nectar.  It always amazes me.  Did one fly thousands of miles and remember the spot I put out nectar last year or how did they locate my nectar for the first time!  Every year I wait for them to appear outside my large living room window.  My sister who lives in California gets different species of hummingbirds.  We don’t here:  The ruby throated hummingbird is the only variety in the East.  Hummingbirds are marvelous to watch.

The clumps of grass were really wild onions.  I was curious about them.  At first, I thought they were just clumps of grass that grew higher but then I broke a few strands and smelled them.  They were chives–wild onions and they were scattered all over.  It is amazing to me what you notice when you take the time to stop and look a little closer.

I am putting back on my insulated underwear.  It was drizzling and forty-five degrees out.  This week we had three days in a row in which it hit seventy degrees in a row.  Then it became too warm to have them on.  Spring is not permanently here yet although that is always an illusion.

Yesterday a dead squirrel lay in the street opposite our driveway.  It looked like it could have been dead only a short time.  I used a large branch to move the carcass across the street.  I did not want any other car driving over it.  I know there are plenty of squirrels in the area and it is not that unusual to see a dead one on the road; nevertheless when I saw a dead one near my street, it became more personal.  I did note it disappeared by the next day.  Maybe, a vulture picked its bones.  I really don’t know.  I just felt sorry for it.

The neighbor’s horse perked up.  An Amish buggy passed by and the horse in the yard became all excited to see another horse.  The horse ran back and forth the fence that enclosed him until the buggy passed by.  I then realized how social the animal was and it did not have any company.  It was actually cruel just to possess one.  Horses are a social animal.