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Yesterday morning, after breaking the ice from the birdtable & filling up the feed hoppers, I watched from my kitchen window as the frost slowely disappeared from the Farmers field opposite.
A large Buzzard had landed & was tearing her breakfast to pieces whilst being mobbed by 2 Crows.Eventually she moved a few yards up the field, which satisfied the Crows,& she continued her leisurly breakfast.
A strange sound attracted my attention, I look up to see a large Heron lazily flying across the field to a nearby pond.
A noisy bunch of Starlings landed on the hoppers, fighting for a place to eat & lined up along the gate. One group had their morning "bath in" with much splashing & scattering of water, much to my amusement.
They left & the feeders were taken over by the smaller birds,Chaffinches,Goldfinches & a lone Siskin.,while a dozen or so Sparrows lined up on either side of a Millet spray for their morning feed & chat.
Further down the garden, a male Woodpecker chases 2 Starlings off "his" dripping nut cake. They are not happy but are no match for his sharp beak.
I feel I,m being watched & see the female Squirrel watching from the fence, paws folded across her chest, keeping guard on her young one who is foraging into my newly planted Daffodil pots
Suddenly everyone takes off,leaving a silent space & Brian tells me its time to take out the dogs.
At 4pm the animals will return to feed again(who taught them to tell the time?) till the light fades.
It would be lovely to read about what other members see from their windows.
Best wishes to all, Fran.
Through my iron barred window I can see the perimeter fence, razor wire, security cameras and the odd spaniel and labrador.
I like your view better.
How I envy you! I was captivated by your description ~ mine is so different.
I look out on a very, very dry garden and a patch of very patchy lawn kept alive only by the hose connected to the washing machine and fed out into the yard. I move this around so that a very hungry garden and beautiful birds get the benefit of a precious commodity called water.
We are into the second month of spring but today it's 35degrees and there is no mention of any worthwhile rain in the foreseeable future. Not to be deterred though, I puddle on with my garden that to everyone else probably looks like an array of various dried shrubs and plants! We do have a small bird bath in the middle of the garden and cheat a bit to maintain a little water in it. We have honeyeaters (lots) that seem to always be in the yard and make the most of all the flowers that manage to survive my horticultural efforts(!). They take no notice of the rest of the world and just busy themselves with nectar from flowers and trees ~ at this time of year, particularly the bottle brushes which are flowering profusely everywhere.
We have Willy wagtails ~ so cheeky and bossy, nesting down the back somewhere and they are busying themselves chasing anything and everything (including the cat) that thinks it has a place in 'their' yard! Although they are about the place each year, last year was the first time they brought their chicks down into the garden. Mum and dad obviously gave them instructions to stay put on these rocks while we go get some dinner ~ and most of them did. It was a real treat to watch them.
We also have some birds called Wattle birds. I don't know if you have these species. The Wattle birds are reasonably large and plain brownish/tawny sort of colour but have bright yellow armpits (if you get my drift!). They make a clackety clack noise and again, we have them here every season. They have a great time getting right into the flowers on the native shrubs, just like the honeyeaters.
We have doves (and two have just been having a scratch in the bath) and they just potter about minding their own business (or making made passionate love on the neighbours roof ~ where I'm sure they dont' know they are in full view of our kitchen table!!!).
Murray magpies, or pee wees as we call them in New South Wales. A very small magpie sort of black and white bird ~ just lovely and they just like to hang around too.
We have a blackbird (I'm sure it's just one) who doesnt' stop singing ~ day and night. It's just beautiful. I wonder if he's singing for a mate and if so, she's a long time coming. Doesn't matter what time you get up through the night, he's singing, singing. He sits up in the peppercorn tree or when the doves aren't on the roof he sits up there in the open, maybe hoping some nice girl will fly by and think he's the best thing since sliced bread.
We won't have any lovely grey days or frosty winds (don't usually get frost here) til about April I guess and I dread the thought of the coming summer ~ I can't bear it. Today a friend suggested I move to Dunedin in New Zealand!
I look out at these goings on with my dogs inside in the airconditioning, snoring their puggy heads off because it is way too hot for them outside.
Thank you so much for sharing your view. I loved it.
Oh dear, Lorraine ........ do you need to talk??? LOL
I thought we could do exchange visits so we can compare each other's views. I'm up for it if you are.
Hi Lorraine, I do love a giggle in the morning, & your posting really started my day off right
Hi Deborah,how I loved your description of "Your place" with its sexy Doves,& singing Blackbird. It brought back happy memories of our vists to Perth,WA.I loved everything there, birds,flowers, sea & even the heat. It must be tiring to live in those temperatures every day though.Gardening must be hard in those conditions, I believe Dunedin is the perfect place to garden
I have a photo of Brian standing in front of a HUGE Bottle brush & tried to grow one when we came back, it survived one season but gave up in the face of our Scottish winter
We dont have Wattle birds here but we encountered a very cheeky one on a visit to the Karri forest at Pemberton.First , a head appeared over the balcony, studied us,decided we were no danger, & hopped down onto our table & joined us for breakfast. This happened daily & we were enchanted.
I loved the Magpies with their cries which start of loud then fade mournfully into silence.
I,ve read your posting several times already & can picture it in my minds eye.
When Lorraine gets out of jail we could escape to your place-even if only in our imaginations.
All the very best, Fran.
OK you two. In the morning I'll strip the spare beds and get the room ready for your arrival!
Lorraine, do you have to apply for leave, just sneak out, or what?
Fran, I'm glad to hear you love our gorgeous maggies. They do have a mournful cry but I love them and have THE best childhood memory involving the warbling magpies. Just lovely.
We have a number of bottle brushes in our yard but there is a 'Gawler River' hybrid variety which is our signature tree around these parts. Willaston is across the river (read ~ dry, stoney bed) from Gawler and all of the street trees are these particular bottle brushes. They are all a mass of big fat red blooms at present. Maybe I should see if I can get a pic and post it on the community album.
How I envy you having squirrels. I have never actually seen one but they seem so cute. Are they pests? What is their actual size?
Funny you should say you could picture my yard ~ I felt the same about your 'view'. I took comfort in your frost while we were driving up to our daughter's for dinner tonight and it was till 25 degrees!
I'll see if I can get ROTL (Release on Temporary Licence) and Fran can do the escorting. I promise I will be good and will even help look after Tricky Trev (I'm sure he'd love that).
Well, i'm jealous of the lot of you (ummm, perhaps not you Lorraine!).
I live in a basement flat, so not much of a veiw. If i look out the back - into my court yard garden, i have my bunnies, and my single fuscia plant. It's the only thing that survives all the shade but it flourishes! I've had bright pink and purple 'ballerinas' on it all summer! Which is a huge achievement seeing as 2 years ago i executed it by knocking Amirs bike of the wall, twice, and literaly snapping it in half. So there are a few ballerinas left, though most are turning brown now.
Oh, and i have my massive potted rosemary plant that smelt fantastic! I use it alot, despite the ever growing cobweb!
If i look up,there's the resident sea gull on the roof opposite. It peers over the edge tormenting my staffie.She charges at the glass, hackles raised, shouting " Hey! YOU! Gerroff! Gettaway from here". Then trots over to me like i should be impressed. This baby gull can fly now, so i'm quite sure he only comes back to wind up my OCD dog!
The front window, i can see the pavement above. & on bin collection day, this means even MORE Seagulls, and perhaps the odd pigeon - aka 'flying rat'. They're stealing my left over chicken carcous & spreading embaresssing bits of my rubbish accross the pavement!
& on a sunday morning, there's sometimes a lad that that didnt make it home from his saturday night booze session. Oh the joy of living in the town!
Can't wait til we move on to a house with a proper garden...
But i'm literally 2 minutes from the beach so i guess it cant be all bad!
Thanks for painting a picture of how it will be some day!
-~*Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds*~-
P.S. There's a couple of squirrel pics on the community album for you Debs
-~*Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds*~-
Ha ha, Michelle!
That's one VERY big squirrel in that second pic.
I think it's time you got out of that basement, you're sense of humour is getting way too dark. LOL.
It's time for me to be jealous of you. I too have one fuscia however I brought it with me when we moved here 121/2 years ago and it's had only a handful of flowers in all that time! It isn't a beautiful variety with big fat blooms in luscious colours, but an old fashioned variety with tiny little flowers. At present it is looking more lush and bushy than ever and I think it's because it's been getting a dose of the washing machine hose. Obviously it needs more water than it's ever had so maybe our water restrictions will be the best thing that has ever happened to my fuscia!
Your definition of a pigeon is exactly the same as Trevor's. It's possible to say he doesn't like them much!
Hey Lorraine ~ what time is your flight due in? Not only would I welcome the company, I'm pretty sure TT would lap up the attention of another two women!
Get that application in, woman.
"If you go down Chelle's woods today, you'd better not go alone"
Light sabre wielding Greys & giant Reds.Priceless
Did you make big pie? Fran.
Hi Debbie, a street lined with Bottle brushes, what a sight that must be.Our Sons street is lined with Jacarandas but I had to buy a postcard of them as we were always there either as they had flowered or were just coming out as we left
There are 2 types of Squirrels in Britain, the Red which is small with tufty ears & very cute but rarely seen. "Ours" are the common Grey commonly called a tree rat by those who would wipe them out in favour of the Red.
, because they carry a virus, not harmfull to them, but which can kill the Reds apparently. They are about 10" long with a large bushy tail which they swish angrily if annoyed.
Ours have been visiting for about 7yrs & the size of the litters have been decreasing as Mum gets older.
We bought a nut box, to stop them pinching the bird seed. It has a glass front & a hinged lid. The Manufacturers said it would take the Squirrels some time to learn how to use it.Brian put it out & before he was back into the house, she was already into it!
One year she must have had a bigger litter than normal & brought a Tiny baby along to the box where she left him, & didnt come back for him. The box was bigger than him, but he managed to fall in & start eating the nuts. That night, he curled up inside the box on top of the nuts, spending the night there. That continued for the next week as he slowly grew bigger. He was always the smallest of the litter, but could hold his own with his siblings when they appeared at the box. We felt privileged that a wild creature would realise we wouldnt hurt her baby.
Although they may be considered vermin by some,we enjoy having them around.
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