I thought I’d do a little blast from the past this morning while I was sitting here unable to walk or stand up without pain. I had plans to get things done around the house today while the rainy forecast played out. As it turned out, the rain has been intermittent and not a deluge. It resumed this afternoon, but it’s only cloudy and cooler than it was yesterday when we were in the high 70’s.
I have many more recent photos, but these seemed worthy reminders of months past. January 11, for instance. It could have been the most snow we had all winter.
I was intrigued by this Red-bellied Woodpecker investigating a hollowed out tree trunk.
Someone took the time to make a snowman in front of the statue.
Okay, enough of that. More recently, on April 25, I spotted a Cooper’s Hawk perched with what looked like the last of its undetermined prey.
The Blue-gray Gnatcatchers were just beginning to show up. Now they are audible everywhere but you hardly see them. Of course it helped that the trees had only just started to leaf out.
Brown Creepers were still showing up.
I managed to capture a couple White-throated Sparrows.
The female Red-winged Blackbird below was investigating nesting possibilities.
I saw a coyote up ahead off the trail. I didn’t have a clear view so it was hard to capture, but you can get the general idea from these photos.
I didn’t hear or see the Eastern Phoebe yesterday, although earlier he was around for weeks. Here he is taking care of his feathers.
Also, this might have been the last time I saw the pair of Blue-winged Teal.
I have just managed to clean the dining room and I’m taking a break from being on my feet for a half hour or so before the late afternoon routine of playing piano for the indoor crowd and then serving them their evening snack, however slowly. As I started to clean, I found Penelope, my Society Finch for whom I purchased three companions a couple years ago after her sister Priscilla died, dead behind the open kitchen door. Mario was with her, guarding her body. I am so sad to lose her, but she was several years older than her companions and it was likely inevitable she would predecease them. I suspect she’d had bouts of brief illness here and there over the last few months. In any event, she left the others with plenty of instructions and they are quite adjusted to and continuing their Society Finch lives. I mourn our loss. But life goes on.
I hope my knee improves enough so I can walk in Riverside tomorrow morning and then swim. Additionally, there is the last walk at Columbus Park on Saturday. I love to walk when I’m feeling good. I should feel better in the next couple days. I will get there again.