We spent much of a recent very pleasant spring day outside tending to things that needed tending to. Lucy and Fitzi did the same, and all the activity left Lucy quite tuckered out.
A tired dog is a good dog.
Tuckered out.
Clings.
A molting American Goldfinch clings to the nyger seed feeder.
Coppery.
A lovely coppery-coloured morning.
Ball girl.
Sprightly.
I was fortunate to capture this Chipping Sparrow, a sprightly visitor to the backyard.
A precarious place, revisited.
It is day 14 of the Mourning Dove sitting its nest. While not that cold – it’s 1C – it’s a miserable day with moderate to heavy snow falling and likely continuing for several more hours.
The incubation period is 14 days, according to All About Birds. I hope another two days elapse before hatching; while the snow likely ends tonight, tomorrow nights’ low may dip to -5C.
A very tough time. Fingers crossed. We will see what we see.
Bright and cheery.
It feels like spring has been a long time coming. Seeing these bright and cheery crocuses blooming is a very good reminder that yes, spring is coming if not here.
A question for you.
Someone on Twitter recently asked a very good question. I’d like to ask you, my valued reader, a slightly modified version of that question.
Name places you wish you could walk to from your home which you currently cannot reasonably walk to. As many or as few as you can think of, whatever destination(s) you care to share.
It’s good.
It’s good to share couch time with a good dog.
A precarious place.
While standing at the door pondering whether to let Fitzi in, a small movement caught my attention. This Mourning Dove had ducked, apparently trying to hide from me. It has apparently made a nest at the very end of the sheds’ eavestrough roughly 3 meters from where I stood just inside the door. It may be a precarious place to build a nest. We will see how this turns out.
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