Summer feeling in spring gives warm, sweet thoughts.
Free from indoor bound, free to relish the sounds, fragrances and the colours… All seasons have endless beauties, all seasons are delightful. Yet no season can match the new birth in spring! New birth in every way: spring green, flowers, chicks, baby rabbits, baby squirrels… True behaviour of birds as mothers: caring, flying desperately in search of food. No different than human mothers… I love them even more as caring mothers and fathers…One should learn from nature, one should learn from the sweet birds!
I hope you’re having a great day 🙂
This summer so far is very much to my liking. Not steady, hot, unbearable temperatures for a while; but nowadays capricious, whimsical, one would say it has its own mind… I do like that, having rain a few times a week, winds even; as if my wishes were heard… Where I live we have even cool, perfect sleeping temperatures during the night. This happens once in five years, so they say. It’s simply statistics.
Dew on flowers, blackberries – exceptionally plenty this year-, even on leaves give beautiful pictures. In the mornings when it’s not misty, I love walking around with my camera clicking a few times and photographing the dawn also.
This morning, I cannot stop smiling; my heart is filled with joy, I’m going to tell you why…
Next- door house was bought by a young couple after being empty over ten years. They brought big, ugly machines for clearing up the garden last weekend, and worked with them all day long. My rabbits which I’ve been photographing a few years were living in that garden. I was worried about them during all those noisy hours, then for three long day I couldn’t see them. This morning while feeding the birds I simply burst into tears; because they were always in the vicinity and now they were not. I thought of remembering them in a worthy way. Then I needed to go out for the groceries; while walking to the garage: I saw them… The parents and the young one!!!
I am so happy that they are alive; still visiting my garden; and they have lived to see another day. Is it stupid? NO, it’s not! They truly made my day, gave me happiness that I couldn’t have in another way.
Here I have some photos from them. I am so happy that I hug you all…
Last week, early in the morning, leaving ET behind safely at home, I went for shopping. As I wake up around 5 am, ET does her rounds in the garden through sliding winter garden door. As it is summer the sliding door to living area is also open all day long. I prefer early morning, self- scan, quick shopping for groceries. Just before leaving, I could take her in, closing, locking above- mentioned doors.
I stayed about an hour, the nearest supermarket being in 15 mins drive. When I entered living/ lounge area, the first thing caught my attention was fallen, broken ornamental glasses, jars on the ground. Surprised also ET coming from my bedroom area. From the living room one passes through a large library/wardrobe room to my bedroom. Tidied up the broken pieces, then curious, I went to my bedroom. Something jumped before me, throwing itself to my small hopper window which was ajar but giving no exit to the garden because of mosquito net… There it was, a baby squirrel trapped between net and window, terrified by my presence, making loud noises incomparable with that tiny body.
I was shocked, didn’t know what to do at that moment. My bedroom has also a French-door to garden; I automatically opened that door, and left the room, closing the door connecting to that library area. At the same time ET had to be chased to the living room as well. After a few minutes when I returned my little guest had left the room, happily to its freedom once again…
The baby squirrel must have entered through open doors before I locked them. It must also have been everywhere at a high level causing the glasses to fall, trying to escape from ET, to be safe…
I would like to have been a fly on the wall or a camera to witness things happened in my absence that hour in my house…
I missed something very interesting. Happy end makes everything right though…
PS. Different squirrels, taken at different times…
This one & a few more families live around, not in my garden. I see them daily, feed them too…
They prefer sunflower seeds to peanuts. It is a great show to watch them peel and eat the seeds…
The red squirrel or Eurasian red squirrel is a species of tree squirrel in the genus Sciurus common throughout Eurasia. The red squirrel is an arboreal, omnivorous rodent.
Scientific name: Sciurus vulgaris
Being on my own is my happiness
Not a second lonely with bird chorus,
angry squirrel, shy rabbit couple,
buzzing bees all around, am I alone?
iPod may stay indoors, better tunes,
better harmony here, free entry always.
Ice cream van, only man made music,
same tune again and again, passes by.
Spring turning the rein to hotter summer
Golden times arrive, the best of seasons.
No I am not alone, I am the happiest with
so many natural friends surrounding me,
The greatest community, we are all so free…
The pigeon watches me, wobbling from
my telephone line, says happily: I’m here
too, to keep you company, until darkness
falls over high trees, over us, then we all
fly, jump from branch to branch, walk home.
And comes ET, purring, making funny noises,
to sleep on my outstretched arm: happiness…
Time to reflect, remember the humans I met,
crossed roads with, nostalgia with smiles,
loved ones, lost ones, loved and lost ones.
This is a summary of my life, as simple as
all sounds, such a happy and content life it was…
Birds normally watch me from a distance, especially on feeding times… As I move out, they move in…These days they dare to come very near to me and to the house. They look me in the eye, go on filling their beaks, expecting to mind my own business… I love them. Neither a birder nor a bird photographer (I guess you cannot differ one from the other) given time I could watch them for hours. I am full of admiration for them… Here somewhere there is an attempt of a poem written for birds…(On 3rd Nov., 2013 Titled: Birds about)
Happy Mother’s Day My Birds …