28th May 2024 . The cool morning air vibrates with the shrieks of newly-fledged starlings that fill the surrounding trees. That big event seemed to happen about three days ago, though I've yet to capture an illustration. . Moving, and …
The cool morning air vibrates with the shrieks of newly-fledged starlings that fill the surrounding trees.
That big event seemed to happen about three days ago, though I've yet to capture an illustration.
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Moving, and small distant subjects are becoming more of a challenge.
When Grant spotted an eagle in a tree, he slowed briefly to a stop and the bird was far enough away not to be disturbed, so I was lucky enough to get a picture that is at least identifiable.
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A yellow barn against a dark sky is more manageable.
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The only problems being getting the driver to stop in the right place, and dealing with a rain-splashed windshield.
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The ploughed fields were looking healthy and the day had not yet given in to being completely wet.
It seemed a good combination of rain and shine that one supposes would greatly benefit newly sown crops.
As if one knows the first thing about horticulture.
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My only experience is that when we have warm, wet weather everything grows, out of control.
Particularly those plants you would prefer didn't.
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Last Fall we acquired a load of "dirt" of suspect provenance. It was mostly for Grant's vegetable plot but the leftovers were used to top up the flower beds.
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The weather being delightfully mild and the air being full of birdsong, weeding was a pleasure yesterday.
That's something I never expected.
Grubbing around in the dirt.
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Apparently I liked it once.
Maybe it's a return to childhood.
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Dames rocket, this very pretty flower, is sadly damaging to critical food resources for birds. butterflies and other species, although it is apparently edible for humans.
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It is certainly flourishing this year but I read that it was introduced from Europe in the 1600's.
What kept it at bay for 400 years?
And what re-activated it?
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It is not possible to dislike such a pretty plant, whatever its sins. I can only agree not to encourage it.
So far, I have not seen it on my property.
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Cresting a hill, a bright yellow field came into view.
Something much smaller than dandelions, but I was not able to get a close look.
Clover, perhaps. On a dark day it was a startling sight.
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Beside a small pond, someone had erected a little bird house.
In these dark times, this cheers me.
A sign that not everyone has lost their soul.
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In late afternoon, there was a brief intense sunny period before the arrival of an overnight deluge.
We will be doing this trip again on Tuesday, but it's never the same twice.
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Now I think I'll pop out and do a bit more weeding.
No, not you, dear. You're too pretty.
Really, it's a matter of moving grass from the flowerbeds to where I would prefer it to grow.
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