I sat down near the south window to do a little knitting on the tiny pegs loom. It really helps to have bright light over my shoulder, and the folding tray for support.
Instead of picking up the yarn and hook, I stared out the window at a blue jay pecking on the ground in the growing grass. Soon, its mate hopped in closer, and they both nibbled on whatever it is that blue jay birds like to eat.
The markings of male and female are quite similar, so I cannot tell which is what. Cardinals, the male is bright red with black near the beak, and the female more of a brown with some yellow spots.
Those birds are loving the natural part of our yard. We don’t spray plants or weeds, so critters seem to like it. I wish the guy who does the yard work next door wasn’t quite so vicious with trimmers, and would allow the bushes to fill in better. Although old cat Oscar likes to linger under bush branches, all the better to capture birds or baby bunnys.
In a minute or two, a squirrel happened by, with a mouthful of dead leaves. I haven’t raked nor given the yard a Spring Cleaning, so the squirrels are pretty good with recycling.
It climbed the oak tree where it is building its new nest. Up into the tree, rustle and pat, down the tree, gather more plant materials, climb way high again.
My motherly helpful heart wanted to just fill a basket with dead leaves, then use a winch and rope to get the building supplies closer to the site.
After awhile, the squirrel came down the tree, but did not go after shelter stuff. With just a few hops, it was over in the part of the yard near the blue jays, and picking up something off the ground to gnaw on. Something tasty must have been resting under winter’s snow.
~~love and Huggs, Diane