And it’s starting to feel as if those feathers will be in a permanent state of ruffle. It’d be awesome if we could drag all the cave people back to their caves, slide boulders in front of the entrances, and starve their mean-spirited carcasses to enlightenment.
A bird woman can dream, can’t she?
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Sometimes no matter how hard I flap my wings, it feels as if I haven’t gotten anywhere.
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the Cooper’s Hawk in his role in On the Power Line!
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The last couple weeks have been warm and DRY and windy and DRY, and I was starting to have serious anxiety about climate change. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s still happening. But this wet snowfall is taking the edge off.
Who knew the white stuff could be a balm for the soul?
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Poor little old Prius with its scratches and dents, and dirty silver coat. And now this indignity.
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What’s your fave color?
Brown, said nobody ever.
Wanted: daffodils.
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“Fire and Ice”
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”
~ Robert Frost
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Photo by Zippy 10.12.16
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
~ T. S. Eliot
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Just stuck this sign in our front yard.
A small gesture on this dark day but an important one, I believe. There’s a Muslim family up the street and my stomach hurts thinking about how they’re feeling right now.
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Ugly out there but
beauty is a rebel’s friend.
Must refill the well.
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Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.
~ Helen Keller
Note: There’s no penalty for holding hands in this darkness.
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I captured this image just before learning that Maggie Roche died on Saturday, January 21. She was the heart and soul of the singing sister trio, The Roches. I’m so very sad.
Thank you for the many, many hours of musical enjoyment, Maggie. Rest in peace.
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This is Zippy’s indoor weather station. As you can see, it’s sunny and 65 degrees outside. Granted, the outdoor thermometer is in direct sunlight right now so it’s really only 65 degrees against the bricks on the south side of the house. But still. Sixty-five degrees in January!
I’m going out for a run around the neighborhood and am looking forward to cruising past the snow piles lingering from last weekend’s storm.
Gotta love Colorado and its split-weather-personality.
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These were magical
on the dark December nights.
Time to take them down.
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We have about nine inches of snow on the deck railing which, in the past, would have resulted in a nine-inch muffin top on the patio table. Not this time (as Lucille Bluth might say). For whatever reason, the wrought iron surface acted as a sifter; snow fell through the holes and only piled up along the seams.
The snow looks a bit like fancy icing on a big round sheet cake. However, it’s much too cold to go outside for a taste. It’s currently 7 degrees.
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There’s a snowstorm headed this way, and the finches and chickadees are very busy at the feeders and heated bath. I’m grateful for my warm home and wish I could open it to my feathered friends tonight.
Then again, it’s probably not very cool to invite birds into a household that includes two cats.
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Click on image for full-gloom effect.
Out my window now
one dove in sea of brown-gray.
When’s the damned solstice?
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For your avian pleasure, may I offer a House Finch and Dark-eyed Junco . . .
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Zoey and Coco are watching us closely (despite the nose smears on the glass), well-aware the 6:30 p.m. feeding is nigh.
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Just found some photos Zippy took ten days ago.
There are five Common Grackles in this photo. Can you spot all of them?
I looked for a quote about grackles, but only found a poem by Ogden Nash which I chose not to copy here because of its serious anti-grackle ‘tude.
I’m a huge grackle fan. Ogden Nash fan? Not so much.
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Tracy Abell 