Some views from our weekend wanderings with the little dog leading the way.
Photos of the meadow and the creek as our world emerges from under it's winter white. The vibrant willows sporting their spring colours of gold and red.
This is such an exciting time of year! We had a visit from a Shrike on Sunday and our first bluebirds returned.
The soil in the greenhouse is very nearly thawed ... oh happy planting days ahead.
It's snowing here today. It snowed yesterday and the day before too !
It does keep the birds coming though, and we’re happy to oblige. We had an April Fool’s Flicker at the feeder yesterday =)
A Red Shafted Northern Flicker.
We got a few snapshots of him and watched as our resident flock of blackbirds tried to intimidate him. Yon Flicker was back again this morning enjoying the suet on the end of t
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Sunshine and a rare gift this morning; a Western Meadowlark arrives to herald the first Sunday of Spring on the meadow. He finds bare grass outside our living room windows to graze and peck for insects and seeds. David has his camera at the ready!
Western meadowlarks are a member of the blackbird family which perhaps explains the moment when one of our (now) forty-odd Red Winged blackbirds dropped down on the ground next to the visiting Meadowlark ~ just for the briefest moment ~ as if to say; "Welcome, Cousin! "
Time now for David and I head out of doors and enjoy the rest of this warm spring day.
As a post script to the day ~ the meadowlark stayed all day.
Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love! And when you think of this, remember too 'T is always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continent; from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tales of a Wayside Inn
Some pics of a recent visitor ~ a healthy looking coyote who wandered onto the meadow the other day, made his way along the creek and then up the ridge and off into the trees...
Some pics of our road ~ the 7 kilometers that David plows. On our journeys homeward we always let out a big sigh of relief as we turn off down our 7k. It's a beautiful road AND we're almost home . . .
It's the middle of March and we're still enjoying winter. We had another pretty major snow storm on the weekend and the day before sighted the first of our spring birds. David's snapshots of a Cedar Waxwing flitting from post to post along the creek. From the Cornell Lab of Ornithology; here is a recording of the song of a cedar waxwing. The waxwings were back again yesterday.
Sunday, March 15th; the real harbingers of spring arrived ~ our red winged blackbirds. David saw them first declaring; "The boys are back!" The males of this species always arrive a few weeks before we see the females. Again from Cornell ~ here's the beautiful song of the Redwinged Blackbird.
The birds arrival was cause for celebration on a sunny Sunday.
At least it was sunny earlier in the day. Then came the freezing rain and overcast skies, but we'll hold the sunshine in our thoughts till it's back again tomorrow.
Little dog and I have been poking our noses into the greenhouse. I survey the left over debris from last years crops and the still frozen ground and look forward to being up to my elbows in the dirt.
Excerpt from "The Owl Pages"
One of the World's largest Owls, the Great Gray Owl was first described by Johann Reinhold Forster in 1772. The name "nebulosa" is derived from the Latin "Nebulosus", meaning misty or foggy. The Great Gray Owl has also been called Great Gray Ghost, Phantom of the north, Cinerous Owl, Spectral Owl, Lapland Owl, Spruce Owl, Bearded Owl and Sooty Owl.
The Great Gray Owl hunts mainly during early morning and late afternoon, especially during winter, but will also hunt during other daylight hours and at night. They are often seen perched on poles or fenceposts along roads. When hunting, a Great Gray Owl will use a perch to "sit and wait" or it may hunt through the forest a metre or so (a few feet) above the ground. When ground is covered with snow, a Great Gray Owl can hunt by hearing alone and often plunges into the snow to capture small rodents moving underneath as far as 30 centimetres (12 inches).
Although a very large Owl, small rodents are their primary prey (80 to 90% of diet) with voles being the most important food in Alaska, Canada and Oregon.
These photos of our Great Gray were taken by David a few weeks ago. In broad daylight; this magnificent owl landed on the little tree right outside our kitchen window. We watched for almost an hour as he perched and watched and listened, and hunted for voles under the snow.
January. Our resident moose beds down across the creek and in the evenings wanders back and forth across the meadow as it pleases him. It pleases us too. This morning, he rose and enjoyed a breakfast of willow tips.
Life is good here. For us and our wildlife! I must say though that I'm pleased it's not me who has to forage for my breakfast, knee deep in snow.
William Ellery Channing
I will seek elegance rather than luxury, refinement rather than fashion. I will seek to be worthy more than respectable, wealthy and not rich. I will study hard, think quietly, talk gently, and act frankly. I will listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with an open heart. I will bear all things cheerfully, do all things bravely await occasions and hurry never. In a word I will let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious grow up through the common.
In the last few days; Winter in all her beauty has blanketed the meadow. Thick, soft magnificent snowflakes this morning, and lots of them! Yesterdays snowfall was heavy and wet so David has been out this morning plowing our road before it's too difficult to move. As you may know we live very remote and look after all our own services. Keeping our roads open in winter is one of the things that is a constant through the next 5 months.
Our four legged winter friends should be returning soon. We're on the lookout!
