We are having such lovely spring weather now, there are times that my heart feels as if it could just burst with the pleasure of it. Being able to get outside, to do some of the yard work, to just wander about the yard, inhaling the fresh spring air, enjoying the green green grasses – which continue to grow and must be mowed again before they become a prairie – oh my! How could one want anything more?!
In this glorious weather, I like to take a cold beer to the front deck when the day is winding down, before dinner must be started, and just sit and relax, camera close at hand, and furry girls following me around. This day, Lily again chose the barrel that sits on an old wooden chair over the cover that allows access to the septic tank (that sure shot any romantic visions, didn’t it?) – the barrel that will hold plants of some kind after June arrives. Not that those plants will deter Lily from using that space as a good spot to lounge. Cats can be wherever they choose, you know.
Bailey girl waits for me to toss her the ball, which I cannot do when I’m busy taking pictures. In years past, she wanted the ball thrown out for her to chase and catch, now she prefers that the ball simply be tossed to her waiting mouth most of the time. Bailey girl is starting to show her years, she will be nine this year, but it makes me laugh when she gets excited about something and forgets she’s no longer a pup. She can be stubborn, this one, but she is a love.
Shasta has come out with he Nylabone this trip, which means Bailey does not have to worry about Shasta intercepting when I toss the ball. Shasta is a brat, a loving, lovable brat, who always wants what Bailey has, just because Bailey has it. Shasta is not so good at catching a tossed or thrown ball, but she loves to grab it when she can and run off, making sure Bailey knows she has the ball so that Bailey will follow her until she drops the ball.
I love how their personalities differ, so much like people. But so much better at devotion and acceptance than many people are. “Love me and I will be yours forever” – a priceless gift.
As we sat outside, a bird I did not recognize arrived at the bird bath – which is really just a heavy terra cotta saucer, starting to show its age too – so camera went to burst mode and here is what we got:
I could not tell what kind of bird this was, but once the photos were uploaded to the desktop and I could get a close-up view, I detected a touch of yellow on it’s back and the beak – the beak is the big clue in this case. I think this is a young Red Crossbill, although it seems very early in the year to have young of this size. It’s my best guess, if anyone else has a clue, please share!
Although it got down to 26 overnight, the sun is shining brightly and I think it might be a perfect temperature in that sun to go out and rake up the debris from the area that I cleared the pinecones yesterday – although I note there are a couple new ones out there. Consistency is good, I guess. I think I shall do that now, so I can be ready for my coffee date with my friend, the information gatherer.