Our granddaughter is now 2 and that shows you that I need to get better at posting to this blog! Norah also has a little brother now, Eric, who is 9 months old. My goodness–time just goes too fast!
I saw the Blue Jay and the woodpecker first thing in the morning (sorry-a little fuzzy) and then the moon was shining through the clouds. It was so pretty that night. The birds are hard to catch in the trees–they really don’t like to have their pictures taken. I took these pictures from an upstairs window, but, still, they know when I show up with a camera.
The other day, I had a Die Hard bug in the house. I went into the sewing room to do some general cleaning and saw what looked like a dead bug on the floor. So, I grabbed a tissue and went to pick it up when all of a sudden it go up and scrambled for a hiding spot. Well, hmph. I went away for a minute to get something and when I came back, there it was. I had read a long time ago that if you spray a bug, it will immobilize their wings or legs. So, I used the spray that I had handy and sprayed it. Well, it scrambled and went back into hiding. I went away to continue cleaning and a few hours later, I went back to the sewing room to sew. There was the little bug and it looked very dead. Ah, finally! I picked it up with a tissue and put it in the small paper pail near my sewing table. I spent about an hour sewing and I saw something from the corner of my eye. I looked over and there was the little bug, trying to crawl out of the trash!! Well, OMG! I quickly grabbed the trash bag and tied it up and brought it to the kitchen garbage and then, finally, I got rid of the bug. I think. I hope.
(No, I don’t stomp on bugs, that is too gross for me. I don’t want them touching my shoe. And normally Bob is supposed to get them, but, he had the nerve to be working)
We seem to get a lot more deer in our yard than we used to. While they used to come around “once in a while,” they now seem to come to our yard on a daily, or rather, nightly basis. We start looking for them around 8:30, or just before dark, but often it is quite late, 10:30 or 11:00 before they arrive. Most of the time we can observe them from a window overlooking the backyard. It’s usually dark, but if you watch closely, you can see their silhouette moving around. If we are outside, like we were last night, we can hear, rather than see when the deer arrive. We like to sit on the patio, far enough away from the wildlife dining area so that we don’t spook them when they arrive. We chat quietly and suddenly we hear it, the distinct, determined crunching of leaves and hooves hitting the earth as they run up the hill through the woods and emerge into the open area where we have bird feeders and corn for squirrels. There is still plenty of corn and bird seed scattered on the ground for the deer to snack on. Knowing the deer would probably arrive while we were sitting outside, I came prepared last night and had my infrared binoculars with me. Through the binoculars I could see the deer grazing while alternately looking right at us. We stayed very still, barely breathing and the deer continued to graze. As I observed through the binoculars, I also saw them glancing occasionally toward the street. They kept up their “eat and observe” system for about 10 minutes. As I watched, I saw both deer suddenly look up and look toward the road. They glanced at each other and the bigger of the two seemed to signal to the small one that it was time to go. And so, they took off the same way they came, running through the woods.
On weekends, I love the early part of the day between 5 a.m. and maybe 8 a.m. or so. Before we humans start in on our necessary but noisy activities. It’s quiet out here where we live. The main road is walking distance to us and we can hear the car noises, but yet, it can still be very quiet and peaceful here. I can hear the birds chirping and singing and the squirrels with their sort of chattering that they do. Most of the time, I am up at 5 a.m. on weekends because after more than 30 years of working and getting up early, my body just won’t let me sleep much later. When I am awake at 5 on the weekends, I love to listen to the transition sounds, the start of the birds chirping and the tail end of the crickets and other night sounds. There are certain things I love to do at this time of day such as baking fresh biscuits or cinnamon rolls. Or maybe just make a cup of tea and sit near a window to watch the sunrise and the animals start their day. Sometimes that early part of the day is my only chance to read or work on a crochet project. These are the things I wouldn’t do if I slept later. I would scarcely notice the sunrise or animals because I would be into my day and I’d be rushing to get laundry started and while the washer was running I’d be straightening the house and trying to do a thousand things at once. When I sleep later, usually after being up later the night before, I wake up in “late” mode and feel as if I need to dive right into housework and the “have to dos.” When I get up early, it seems to set the tone for the rest of the day. I get all the housework done, but I don’t feel as though I’m in “late” mode and I’m more relaxed as I work through my “to do” list. At the end of the day, I love to sit on the porch swing and watch the transition from day to night. As it gets dark, I hear the cheerful chirping give way to the crickets and other night noises and soon my day will be done, too.