Name Calling

Isn't it nice when someone knows your name?

Occasionally, when Don is entering his office, a friend will pull up,

 power down the car window, and call out his name.  

The other day, as he arrived at work, he heard a voice he didn't recognize calling, 

"Don, Don!".  It sounded like someone in distress.  

Don looked around the parking lot quickly, but didn't see anyone, 

until, glancing at a nearby fence he saw the source of the mystery. 

A mockingbird was perched there, calling his name.

Trying to be the helpful, friendly guy he always is, 

Don inquired, "Is there something I can do for you?  

The bird, apparently deciding there had been enough small talk, took wing. 

"Was it something I said?" Don asked, but the only reply was a distant call...

"Don! Don!"

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Anticipation

From my vantage point at the kitchen window this morning, I watch a small feather as it hangs over the front porch, then floats out over the yard, catching an updraft, and drifts toward the sky.  I wonder idly if it was from a Carolina wren.  They've been out of sight the last couple of days after some intensive nest building last week.

The site the birds have chosen is one they have used before, an old fishing creel, hanging from a pillar on the front porch, clearly visible from the window over our kitchen sink.  The top of the basket has a Carolina-wren sized hole, which makes a perfect entrance for those little bundles of energy.  This year, they've decorated it with dried flowers.

Both of the birds were involved in the building project. They flitted from the bricks to the woodpile,  which was only a short hop from their home site.

Last year, the two of them started in on this nest, and it was derailed by the titmice, but the way the wrens were going at it last week, it looked like they had put all of that behind them.

I've told myself that I wasn't going to count my wrens before they hatched this year.  Still, I catch myself figuring; the incubation period is 12-16 days, and the young leave the nest 12-14 days after they are hatched.  It's possible, if everything goes well, that we could see fledglings, at the earliest, on April 29th.

In the meantime, I need to reign in my expectations and be grateful for each day's wonders, like the little feather floating up to the sky, destination unknown.

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Resurrection

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Snow!

Now that it's finally spring, the snow that held back all winter fell Thursday afternoon,

texturing everything with a swirling annimation of large flakes.  

We woke Friday morning to a new vista, pristine and white.

Barley, though eager for his walk, was content to wait while I took a few pictures. 

 Snow whitewashed the tree trunks...

capped the fence posts...

and bowed the limbs to form a canopy over our path through the woods.

At the pond, all was quiet...

 and on the hillside...

there was one very happy dog.

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