Fall Snapshots: Looking for the good stuff

They always seem to arrive before I expect them. When the Northern Flicker made his first autumn appearance here I didn’t have my camera handy. I made a dash for it, but I needn’t have hurried. He hopped onto the railing and waited impatiently. He peered up at where he’d last seen the suet and bird feeders seven monthsContinue reading “Fall Snapshots: Looking for the good stuff”

Will it be survival of the fittest or of the most diligent seeker?

Nobody’s very happy about it. When a bear and her cub found their way into our back yard last week, I knew it was past time to put away the bird feeders for the summer. But you should see the looks I’ve been getting…         Sorry guys, but this lunch counter is closed forContinue reading “Will it be survival of the fittest or of the most diligent seeker?”

Having my say about procrastinating

“A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.” Chinese Proverb To be honest, I have to admit this colourful male Varied Thrush was not singing. I’m not sure what he was doing — it looked more like a yawn, but it has prompted various potential captions:Continue reading “Having my say about procrastinating”

Still Saturday: Creation’s Voice

. All creatures of our God and King Lift up your voice and with us sing, Alleluia! Alleluia! . . Let all things their Creator bless, And worship Him in humbleness, O praise Him! Alleluia!
 . . Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son, And praise the Spirit, Three in One! O praise Him! OContinue reading “Still Saturday: Creation’s Voice”

Arguments are for the birds!

I had an argument with myself this morning. I really wanted to spend some time writing, but Christmas baking was beckoning. You know how it is … reason arguing with desire. If I’d just get off my fanny and go bake something, I’d have time to write later. If I write first, however, I’ll neverContinue reading “Arguments are for the birds!”

Learning patience by birdwatching

Black caps and white cheeks flash past my windows as the chickadees flit to and from the birdfeeder, interspersed with the occasional nuthatch. They dart in to snatch a morsel, then swivel away on their rapid return to the trees. I sit with camera in hand and try to catch a photo, but on theContinue reading “Learning patience by birdwatching”