Today is rainy, and my old achey muscles are so very happy that they’ve been confined to a comfy chair inside where it’s dry. And where they do not have to move my arms to rake pine needles, or lift my body up and down to pick up piles of raked up pine needles. They are making it pretty clear that they are prepared to go on strike if I try to force the issue.
This morning, on this rainy day, there are no swallows flying around, checking out the houses. Over the weekend when I was outside working, they were very active. There are several vacancies in our yard and in the yards of our neighbors, and they are busy now inspecting, deciding which space best meets their needs and their preferences. This particular house sits just outside the morning room windows and is the one with the camera. The one that satisfies my voyeuristic tendencies.
This future mama spent a lot of time in this house, looking out from various angles. I think she found the accommodations to be what she wants. I think birds are not nearly as demanding as people. They can be as aggressive as the human race however; we’ve watched many a battle that takes a pair to the ground in disputes over living quarters. When we first put out some birdhouses, the bluebirds always managed to get the lease on one or two of them. Then the tree swallows discovered our development and have gradually become dominant, but not without some incredible feathered fights.
Speaking of bluebirds, there was a pair sitting on this house. Sitting very prettily, until I got the camera focused in on them. Then they flew away. Take my word for it, they were here. I am hoping they come back. Yes, you can trust what I say. I do not knowingly lie. I might embroider some of my tales on occasion,I might add a frill or two, but never would I lie to you. I would not be a very good friend if I could not be trusted, would I?
The warmer more springlike weather encouraged me to fill the thistle feeders, and on this day they were visited by a few finches – mostly pine siskin but also American goldfinch and a purple, or maybe house, finch. This rainy morning there is a feeding frenzy going on at these feeders. Many pine siskin, a few evening grosbeak, who really are quite large for these feeders, but since I’ve not offered sunflower seed will take what they can get.
Another pair of swallows at another house. My heart quivered while sitting on my deck taking a break, watching the frolic of the spring birds, delighting in the taste of spring. As I’m doing now, but from the comfort of my easy chair in my morning room. It seems to take less to make my heart quiver, to make it laugh and sing with happiness, in my mature years. I am here to tell you that if you allow it, if you can just relax and not spend your days fretting about the dust that accumulates on furniture and floors, or preparing a perfect meal, or being the perfect anything, there is enough pleasure and joy to be had in these golden years that it will offset that tarnish that builds up on the gold. It is time now to enjoy what we have, to relax and be what we wish to be.
A hummingbird flew to my window that morning, looking in at me as if to ask where the heck his breakfast was. Since I have a tendency to jump to the command of animals and birds, I immediately set a pan of sugar and water on the stove to boil and fetched a feeder from storage. This filled feeder is now hanging out here, awaiting the hummingbird who placed the request. Or any hummingbird for that matter. So where the heck are they? Come on, let’s have a little gratitude for my attempts to make your life a bit easier, hummingbirds! I know, patience is required.
And now my social comment for this day, not accompanied by a photo at all. I read an article in one of my news magazines the other day, discussing the rules the Republicans were setting for attendance at the national convention, which will be held in Tampa, Florida this year. Attendees will not be allowed to carry into the convention center water pistols, masks, or pieces of string. They will, however, be allowed to carry a gun. It seems Florida’s gun laws prohibit any restrictions on carrying guns. Gosh, I feel so much better now.