Saturday, 27 March 2021

Marching Along

March trotted in like a slightly grumpy lamb and seems to be strolling out, still a lamb, in a peaceful sort of way. To my mind, Spring is officially here when the first Robin returns. One arrived here on March 18th. Now there are two of them, making themselves at home and squabbling over property rights. They take breaks in their contests to scan southward for the tardier females. Each morning I awaken to enjoy their wonderful dawn chorus. As bandleader, Lawrence Welk would say, "Wunnerful, wunnerful!"

Harvesting newly hatched Cluster Flies in the lawn. 
Watching for his rival who is also staking his claim here.
Scanning southward for returning female robins.

 

The little boxes on the 'to-do-list' I started the winter with have remained pretty much unchecked. Decluttering and storage organizing will have to await next winter. (Too many more enjoyable distractions.) There is one accomplishment I did achieve. I've switched from buying bread to always making it myself. I love pumpernickel bread, toasted and embellished with vegan mayo, sweet onion, tomato, romaine lettuce and salt and pepper. I can't believe how delicious this homemade version is and with so few ingredients! And of course, the kitchen smells so yummy for days after the bake.


A White-Breasted Nuthatch pair have again expressed an interest in using the nest box on the old tree outside my south window. The metal excluder ring has passed the harsh test of rodent teeth and remains intact to thwart squirrels and larger birds. It's a bit early for the nuthatches to seriously begin nesting but I did see them add a strip of bark to the box. They were successful in raising a family in the dwelling last year so will likely repeat the process this year.

A White-Breasted Nuthatch proclaiming his nest box ownership.

Starlings like the prospects of the owl's winter roost box.

When the little birds scatter, this Cooper's Hawk could be the cause.

Sunflower seeds and fresh Spring grass please my cotton-tails.

Ellie-Mae's admirer, Romeo, regularly sprinkles his cologne about. I wish he wouldn't! 


9 comments:

  1. Ooh does that sandwich sounds good. If I had the ingredients, I'd make that bread.
    Hope all the critters don't get the hawks attention.
    Laughed about Romeo's cologne:) Better you than me.

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    1. I highly recommend baking your own bread, Patti. I've switched to Pumpernickel because it's whole-foods, plant based which seems to work well for me. Loads of flavour! At least Romeo keeps the lower ranking toms in the neighbourhood at bay. And the fresh air outside reduces the smell somewhat. (sigh)

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  2. Romeo's lingering smell, do you have any catnip plants or lavender? He is a regal beauty. Love your wee bunny, and signs of spring, here the leaves are already turning colour, some hardy early bulbs shooting up, and mornings are darker and colder.

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    1. Always strange to think of our seasons being reversed, Jean. I once lived in Australia and really enjoyed the Southern Cross night sky. I hope and expect your cateract operation is successful. Our eyes are so precious!

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  3. I certainly feel like Ellie Mae's Romeo because I was on here a couple nights ago, skulking around and wondering "Where's Florence and her critters?" But I'm afraid at my age, the only cologne I've got for sprinkling is from an old bottle of Old Spice in my medicine cabinet! Anyway, I sure enjoyed these photos Florence, especially that very first one; just beautiful. (And that hawk looks big... and daunting.) Anyway I'm with Patti, your bread sounded really good. Glad to see spring has arrived on buzz n' flutter :^)

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    1. Aw, thanks Doug! It's comments like your's that drag me back to post something, even when I haven't really any post-worthy news. Just at least a little something each month to let my blog friends know I'm still above ground and happy to share. Perhaps when the weather sweetens I'll take my camera for more walks. Ah yes, the squirty guy, Romeo. Ellie Mae seems okay with him. Another, younger tom, makes her quite angry though. One winter night in the wee hours, I awoke to a blood curdling scream in my room. It was Ellie Mae, screeching and growling in the window at a gray tabby outside. Thank goodness, the hissy fit only happened once -- so far. It was enough to give an old lady a heart attack!

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    2. Good grief! Florence if my hair wasn't white already, it is now :) I'm glad you're ok!

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  4. Sorry Jennifer, but my clumsy finger accidentally tapped 'delete' instead of 'publish' on your comment. (The options are so darn close together!) So I'm using the old copy and paste method.

    Jennifer Jilks wrote:

    We have a sprinkler, too. It's driving me nuts!
    I hear you about the To Do list. I'm just barely coping as it is!!!

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    1. Well Jennifer, at least the urine smell evaporates eventually outside. I think if my TV and piano was confiscated, my To Do List would fare better. But then, we are retired and have the luxury of procrastination.

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