Is there anything more precious to see early in the morning, than a mother and father Canadian goose and their numerous children between them, strolling down the street?
Your exuberant beauty proclaims the spring.
Every year we are awestruck at your magnificence.
When we adore you so much, why leave so soon?
All the leaves are on the trees and the magnolia is in bloom. Everywhere there are blossoms and spring is finally here in all her burgeoning glory.
Oh beautiful blanketing snow, that coats the trees and leaves everything white!
I see you as a farewell postcard from winter and I know that you will quickly melt away; as the sun is stronger now and the frogs are singing in the woods and the robins, that went away, have returned.
I recently received a postcard from Spring; I could almost feel her presence.
She said she missed me and she would be back soon.
It was a frigid Canadian morning, as I walked from the park along the Welland River to the bakery.
All of a sudden, I heard the familiar twittering of a robin. I looked to find him in a tree with shriveled-up crabapples, hoping to find lunch.
On my return walk; after purchasing strudel and a walnut roll; I saw a whole flock of them flying from one tree to the next.
December was so mild; but I bet they are regretting their decision to stay now. I don’t think it is an early return, as it surely doesn’t feel like spring.
There is a mallard duck that has a nest in the dense flowery growth of our garden.
As a result, we have gone out and bought a manual lawnmower, (so as not to disturb her).
I’m taking exquisite pride in using it; like a grandmother tiptoeing around a baby sleeping in a nursery.
I’d have to say my favourite bird song is the chickadee’s “fee bee, fee bee.”
There is something about the touching simplicity of it that goes straight to the soul.
There is also the exquisite beauty of the cardinal’s rapturous song and I’ve heard that the nightingale is not bad….
Who is that having a breakfast of birdseed with the squirrel? It is Norman, the Norway rat.
Maybe it was all the weekly chips that Mom threw out the back door after her fish and chips, (before we moved in). Maybe it’s all the birdseed I thought I was putting out for the birds. But there was Norman, the Norway rat.
Kind-of-cute, except for his tail. He bounded away like a miniature kangaroo. Hopefully, if we stop feeding him, he will go away.
They are very romantic together; very affectionate.
They go out for a drink. They have some food. They preen themselves and each other; they make love and they spend the rest of the evening together on the telephone line.