Spring is off and on as usual, some days sunny and warm, others windy and rain but however changeable the weather, it is still fine to be out. The apple tree over the dog run bloomed nicely,
and bees showed up despite the news about hive collapse.
Cherry blossomed. Pussy willow came and went. Deer ate the tulips, left nothing but stems. Daffodils sprang up in the old apple orchard next to the house.
The mallard pair returned and scarfed down cob I scatter
and the geese don't seem to mind.
They spend more time fussing at me than at the ducks.
The chickens have started laying again. A nice day's haul is five or six eggs from the eight hens. They are getting old, three or four years, so occasionally produce a freak, extra small or large.
The Anna's Hummingbirds drain their feeder every couple of days and mostly ignore me and the camera but catching the male showing off his plumage is a tricky coup─a play of light and angle.
Usually all the camera catches is the dark side, but one day I caught him flicking his tongue, even rarer than catching color.
Not exactly part of the local scene, flowers at Pike Street Market are particularly lovely this time of year.
Locally, camas are back.
While out feeding, I discovered deer at the end of the back pasture, first one,
then another, five in all.
And then there's Bugsy the porch kitty, a year-round delight, looking for his lunch: "Feed me! Feed me now! Please?"
and bees showed up despite the news about hive collapse.
Cherry blossomed. Pussy willow came and went. Deer ate the tulips, left nothing but stems. Daffodils sprang up in the old apple orchard next to the house.
The mallard pair returned and scarfed down cob I scatter
and the geese don't seem to mind.
They spend more time fussing at me than at the ducks.
The Anna's Hummingbirds drain their feeder every couple of days and mostly ignore me and the camera but catching the male showing off his plumage is a tricky coup─a play of light and angle.
Usually all the camera catches is the dark side, but one day I caught him flicking his tongue, even rarer than catching color.
Not exactly part of the local scene, flowers at Pike Street Market are particularly lovely this time of year.
Locally, camas are back.
While out feeding, I discovered deer at the end of the back pasture, first one,
then another, five in all.
And then there's Bugsy the porch kitty, a year-round delight, looking for his lunch: "Feed me! Feed me now! Please?"
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