They're Back........

Flying and Fluttering...



Squaking...




Sittin'....



And flying some more.... The Common Grackle is back in the area.

When they all take off you can hear the wind beneath their wings....
(sorry...for that)

Full Moons and Black Cats....

The full Harvest Moon from a couple of weeks ago lit up the Kudzu Jungle.

Which was about the same time our little house guest appeared for the first time on the front porch.

He/She now visits often.

Those amber eyes are about the same color as that Harvest Moon.......hummmmmm.....

The Awkward Adolescent

Remember those gawky years?

Braces, zits, glasses, and odd hair experimentation. Spending hours and hours in the bathroom coming out looking something like this.......

Okay, so maybe not quite like this.

Poor baby, so homely. But one day he will develop into a beautiful regal Cardinal.

This little one’s parents, yes the mom and the dad, were busy making sure he had plenty to eat and was safe since he jumped out of the crowded nest in the azalea.

At least his awkwardness will be just a couple of days not years, and years, and years, and years..........

Wren of ThirteenEleven

After slipping on my new fuzzy slippers this morning, (Thanks sis) I opened the bedroom doors and proceeded down the hall to make coffee. Just as I set foot in the kitchen, something flew at my head.

{You know, It wasn’t really my head; it just flew across the room. But anything flying anywhere close by always seems to be flying at your head. Hitchcockish.}

Quickly ducking, (The kind of duck where your neck disappears into your shoulders. I call it a turtle duck. )I yell at Chris-- still in the bed….

“There’s a bird in the house!”

He responds…
“Why did you leave the door open?”


“I just got up.”

“Well, why did you leave the door open?”

“The door is closed. It hasn’t been open”—in a more frustrated tone.

“Oh….What kind of bird? Still, from the bed.

“I don’t know it is flying around the house banging its beak into the fragile wavy glass.”

“Well open the door.” --He could have got up to help, by now, don't you think?

“It’s open.”

“Thought you said it’s closed.”

“I opened it when I realized there was a bird in the house.”

“Shoo it out.”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“Chasing it around with the camera trying to get its picture.”



Well that too.



A benefit of living in an old house. The door casings are wide enough for a bird to land.

Finally after several trips round and round the house. The bird finds freedom in the now open door.

Looks like a Carolina Wren. Or a House Wren. ---really.
The question still is. How did it get in the house? Maybe the "squirl hole"

Another question you may be asking.
What exactly have they completed on their house lately?
Not much…. Sigh…
We have got rails on one side of the stairs to the deck this week. As for anything else on our to do list, Notta.
I am determined to do something with our trim soon.