WE ALL REST IN HOPE

Most folk I speak with are hopeful Spring is on its way.

I am unsure what my BIRDS think about all of the NOISE and SEWER WORK going on around here. No doubt THEY feed in the early morning hours when all is quiet and still. I am not up then. I saw a few BIRDS on the weekend when the machines were still and silent. I then had the large feeder re-stocked. When it is nearly empty, a pair of DOVES come, sit, and set up a watch. Hopeful?

I damaged my car by the heavy ruts and large gravel on and around my road as the men worked, AND, they knocked down one of my lovely pine trees. Sigh! I am hopeful the men will soon be finished and gone, and Spring truly on its way. I will be glad when the DYNAMITE blasts are gone as well. After this, the pipes must be laid, the road must be covered....

Spring popped its head out a month ago, then retreated into Rain, Sleet, and more Snow. BUDS are coming out, and BULBS poke their heads up from the ground, but THEY all seem frozen in time. That must be my imagination--or is it hope that things will grow soon.

With such goings on, the GEESE are noticeably absent. They are here, but are playing least in sight. I am in a fly zone. On sunny days I see THEM flying to and from the fields and The River. Surely THEY would hope for quiet days and sunny weather.

Today a TITMOUSE came to my window--in fact, flew against it, as did another. It was unusual, so I got up and watched. The TITMOUSE landed on a branch near the window, and I saw the crest.

Now, there is a Hopeful sigh of Spring!

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT DOGS

Lately, I have been thinking about DOGS. I spoke with a friend yesterday who has been fostering a DOG that was imprinted upon her. Sadly, the rules are that eventually she must give it up to a family. Sadly, not from her point of view, but the DOG'S. The ANIMAL was dreadfully starved for affection because it was one of a litter of PUPPIES abandoned in the woods of winter--the MOTHER and a number of the PUPPIES frozen to death. This, of course, is due to the cruelty of MAN.

I have acquired several older DOGS in my time. They never quite "settle" in. It is as though they cannot forget.

We are given ANIMALS to nurture, feed, and love. When we do, that love comes back to us. I am disgustedly aware of CRUEL MEN--AND WOMEN, who selfishly abandon these ANIMALS for their own twisted reasons. Life is not fair--definitely not fair for some ANIMALS.

I have been thinking about DOGS because I intend to get one again, after a long period of time, and--certainly from an ANIMAL SHELTER.

Look around, people. There are hundreds of abandoned ANIMALS who require love. For all your expense and care, THEY will return you back TENFOLD in LOVE and LOYALTY.

I will try to do my part and get an abandoned DOG from a SHELTER. I am definitely thinking about a DOG.

Are YOU?

THE STORMS OF THIS WORLD

The STORMS we thought would never end have come and gone--in this area. Out west is still struggling. Only last week we glumly shovelled piles of snow. Surprising signs of spring are evident around us.

The BIRDS are busy finding sustenance, and perhaps cowed by the DYNAMITE explosions on the next street. (Sewer and water are going in.) The workers come to my street next week, and if I jump at a DYNAMITE blast from there--what willl it be like just outside my door?

With the devastation in JAPAN, and tremendous loss of life, one's mind cannot help but go to the ANIMALS. Many countries are now assisting the distressed country, and IFAW, (Inernational Fund For Animal Welfare) is on standby--to come when requested. What ANIMALS--let alone people, could have survived such a nightmare? Perhaps more to come. The mind boggles.

Yet here in my small corner, as one looks out and sees the BIRDS flitting about around the feeders, one cannot mind a STORM or two to ruffle all of our feathers.

We must be grateful and do what we can to help--if only to pray for those involved in the larger STORMS of this world.

What was your reaction to the devastation? Some of you are very near.

MY DOVES AND WINTER

This winter a number of MOURNING DOVES have come to my garden. They are fairly regular visitors. After most of the other birds have had their feeding, one, or two of the DOVES sit on the leeward side of the large feeder. Lately, I have seen them tucked into my large pine tree near my living room window--sheltered from the heavy snowfalls. I don't often look out there since I mostly 'live' in my den. Besides, lately frost has covered the lowest part of the panes.

To my surprise, when I watered my plants the other day, my head came down near the pane, and I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. A DOVE head swivelled about as she sat on a (functionless) window box. We both stared each other down. So as not to frighten her, I moved away. I watched her covertly further along the window, and saw her mate with her. He had not seen me. She still looked about. The MOURNING DOVES usually come to the garden in pairs. They mostly vie with the squirrels as ground feeders. Birds attract other birds, so that when the smaller birds, CHICADEES, NUTHATCHES, JUNCOS, as well as CARDINALS and JAYS feed, the gentle doves go to ground. This ground is littered with seeds scattered by these other birds.

I am reminded of DOROTHY PARKER'S comment when she was asked why she called her parrot, ONAN. "Because 'It spilled its seed on the ground.'" She was a marvellous wit, and writer. Onan is Biblical, and you will have to look the story up. (Genesis 38) It is rather indecorous of me to mention it, but it is humorous. Whenever I see scattered seed I think of her comment, and smile. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QI_(BSeries) Look under Birds. How my mind wanders.

The birds have had a rather strange winter, with lots of snow, now rain, but endless wind. Somehow the birds adjust. My DOVES always seem to find a place out of the wind, and I admire them for it.

Winter is gradually fading, but still here, so we, and the birds must make the best of it.

MY BIRDS AND WINTER

This winter morning when I awoke, hoar frost covered many of the trees. The sight was beautiful.

Since I began re-feeding my birds, not only lots of snow has visited me, but my families of DOVES. Many days they sit in pairs under the bushes--looking for protection from the wind. With the deep snow, they perch on the bushes and trees. They appear to favor ground feeding, although roost on the large feeder shelves. The BLUE JAYS, JUNCOS and CHICKADEES scatter seed from the feeder, so the ground is convenient. I worry for them because the cat from across the street keeps coming back even though I chase her away. Yesterday I watched the flurry of afternoon feeding, when suddenly all of the birds took flight. Suspicious, I went to the front window and looked out. Sure enough, puss was wending her way back to her house. So far my birds have been wise. With the deep snow, it is more difficult for the cats to get around.

The small feeder keeps busy with little birds and some WOODPECKERS. I love to see the CARDINALS. They use both feeders.

Winter arrived with force and much wind, with snow falling regularly. Now, after a couple of snow storms, the snow is fairly deep. The birds did not come around much on those dreadfully windy days, but somehow the small birds kept busy. They appear to expend more energy. I was not out much to refill feeders for awhile, with two bouts of the Flu. Struggling to keep the feeders full held little appeal. Now, I try to maintain a shovelled path, which is not always easy after a storm.

My variety of feathered creatures are hungry these days--they work their way through the food fairly quickly--so I hope to keep their feeders full making their winter easier.

RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY

Perhaps the RAIN is coming to and end. It has been "a long haul." I was painting my back porch the other day in between damp days, and saw the cloudy heavens racing toward me from the west. I continued to paint, thinking I could get inside when the drops began to fall. Instead, the heavens opened and it poured. I got wet, as did my paint tray.

Yesterday my bathroom had a bit of a flood with the washing machine water backing up. I am told I need a plumber. Many people have flooded basements, cars, streets, etc.,--some deaths, so I should be thankful.

A few weeks ago, the sun had finally peeked out. I was bringing in a number of HOUSE PLANTS. I had hosed them down and sprayed them for SPIDERS, when I made a startling discovery. I was cheking a KALANCHOE, (a succulent), before taking it in. It did well in the summer, growing large, shiny leaves. I was wiping the leaves when I saw a TINY LIME-GREEN TREE FROG covering a leaf. The TREE FROG was one and one half inches in length, and just fit the leaf. It reminded me of the CATERPILLAR in ALICE IN WONDERLAND, sitting on the toadstool. The little frog and I eyed each other. I decided one of us must move, so I gently slipped him into the garden.

A day or so later, I was pouring vinegar onto weeds coming up through the flagstones in my driveway, when I came eye to eye with an eighteen inch GARTER SNAKE. It was a sunny day, and no doubt he was sunning himself on the warm stones. I "toed" him into moving to the next driveway. He slithered up onto that lawn and disappeared into the grass. I did not tell my neighbor, fearing her reaction.

With all of this RAIN, my two little friends are "holed up" somewhere, trying to keep dry like the rest of us. Perhaps the RAIN has gone away--for a little while at least.

WEATHER VARIABLES AND THEIR EFFECTS

Many changes have occurred around the world within the last year resulting in flooding, for instance, much of which has affected not only Wildlife, but Domestic Animals. So many people are involved in the devastation we hear little about the animals.

The other day a friend sent me an email. Have not the technical smarts to transfer it so I will try to explain. In January, 2010, in the St. Louis, Missouri and Alton Illinois areas, because of cold weather, BALD EAGLES circled above houses looking for food. They were unable to access the fish in the river, so they gathered on the shore. Friends of the birds decided to feed them, and set up cameras. When the fish were thrown, other EAGLES arrived until the largest number of BALD EAGLES I could see in the photos were three dozen. They were unafraid of the photographers and came close. Not too long ago BALD EAGLES were an endangered species. The photos were amazing. Somehow they signalled others of the feast. (My BLUEJAYS do that when I put out nuts.)

Local weather is changing, partly caused by the hurricane, no doubt, which travelled up the East Coast. Here in my area, this has meant a lot of high winds and rain, minor problems compared to the destruction on the East Coast and elsewhere.

I hear and see the BLUE JAYS around, but it appears the small birds are gone. The weather may have meant I missed activity, but even the "sounds" of the birds are missing, i.e., early morning and evening songs of the ROBINS.

The weather is indeed volatile. After an unusual heat wave for September, the cooler weather has arrived. We'll soon be bringing in plants and seeing to vegetables in our gardens. There is at least a month here before the frosts take hold, which brings a little cheer. Some trees are already changing color.

I hope abundant warmer weather is still available.