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Showing posts with label Towhee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Towhee. Show all posts

Monday, December 21, 2015

Finely Feathered Friends

We've had a few frosty mornings lately when I've found groups of birds waiting on the deck rail for their daily ration.
Mourning Doves
It's every bird for themselves once I put the seeds out and go back in the house.
Blue Jays staking their claim.

Cardinal & Blue Jay (back)
Sometimes the scramble for food is too rough on the top rail..
Eastern Towhee
It's much safer just to wait on the seat for seeds that fall in all the commotion.
Eastern Towhee
Sometimes feathers look exactly like fur. o.O
Gray Squirrel
If he wasn't so cute I'd shoo him away.
Piggy Gray Squirrel & Red-bellied Woodpecker (back)
Well, I've made six Mt. LeConte scarves, and I think that's enough crocheting for awhile.   You know it's all about the fun of making them, right?  Getting to wear what you make is just a bonus.   Meanwhile, I find I've made too many, and I've not done a giveaway in several years so I'm doing a very quick one this week.  I'm giving away the cranberry colored scarf so if you'd like a chance to have it for your own just leave a comment stating the name of your favorite bird.  It can be any bird you've seen.  The winner will be chosen Tuesday evening and notified by email.  Be sure I can contact you if you enter. A big "Thank you!" to all who have visited my blog all year long.  Your friendship and comments have been a blessing.  :)

Wishin'  y'all a peaceful season of celebrating our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.


Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Sweets

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. A beautiful day for...gardening, but first here's a picture of Muguets by Danielle Cote.  It's a free pattern - sweet.  Lilies in other words. No ma'am, this little knit will not be washing dishes or anything else for that matter.
Lily of the Valley, so sweet smelling. Odiferously supreme, I say.
Sweet woodruff in the herb garden. It's scent is spicy and heady, but never high-minded. ;)
Sweet columbine....sweet like most everything in the South, Honey Child. :) Youngest gave this to me last year, and it seems to have adapted well after leaving it's home in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Our sweet tater farm for this season is in full-swing. As soon as the sprouts are about 4 inches long I'll snap them off their mama and root them in sand before planting them in our for-real garden.Can you spot our male Towhee in the picture below? Hint: Look dead center in the pic. Click the pic to see him better.  Isn't he sweet as he sits in one of our sugar maple trees? Another of my favorite birds. The bird house with no floor or front to the left of Mr. Towhee is the housing for an electric fence box. A good reuse for an old birdhouse.These irises smell like grape flavored candy. :) I-ris' you were here!
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