If I’m watching the birds during a couple months in the spring I notice a huge variety of bird species that I never knew visited my area, or at least don’t visit often. Among them this spring are:
Well, with the foxes gone AWOL, I’m looking for new things to write about. In the meantime, here are some of the first flowers of spring in my area.
A pair of these guys used to have a nest in a yard a few blocks from mine, but they haven’t used for the last two years, as far as I can tell. On a similar note, I haven’t seen the foxes for a few days and I’m worried the mother might have moved her kits to another den. Why is anyone’s guess.
It surprised me that more people don’t know about these kits, until I realized that most of the times I see them are after dark. Even if they come above ground in the day, they’re not nearly as active. But now they’re starting to get spunky and Mom has a bit of a job keeping them in line….
More on the foxes…
The next day the dead possum was gone – I assume they ate it later but why they would let it get soggy first beats me.
So yup, a whole litter of red foxes right in my alleyway! It’s interesting that they chose such an urban area to make a den when there are some densely forested riverbanks a block away, but they seem to be doing pretty well.
More to come!
Happy Earth Day!
I would say plant a tree, but it just so happens to snowing pretty hard outside right now, and um, whether or not we have only 9 days until May, spring has apparently quit the job.
I’m feeling pretty bad for those geese I wrote about last time – poor confused little guys.
So, in short, there’s not much news here; but I promise to say if it ever warms up.
Well, wish all us poor cold Minnesotans luck.
I was taking pictures of this little prism on my window, when I realized that if I shifted around just a tiny bit, I could capture all the colors of the rainbow in it, one by one.
Have you ever noticed the shape the border of Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Lake Superior makes? Looking at a map yesterday, it struck me that it was clearly a face. Made me think of a troll.
I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything on this page, but here I am!
Winter this year has been incredibly mild – at this time last year I was up to my knees in snow!
But this year spring showed up so quickly no one even had to time to hang their coats up.
Anyway, spring is here, and these are the signs:
- First barge on the Mississippi river. You can hear them blowing their horns at night.
- A cardinal moved in to the yard – and hasn’t shut up since.
- My dog’s nose is turning black again (it turns pink during the winter).
- Dairy Queen is open! (Need I say more?)
- Our maple tree has refused to yield even the tablespoon of sap that we usually get (we really had no tree-tapping season at all this year, it was so warm).
- All the cars have their windows down and the convertibles have their tops off.
- Baby buggies roll down the street all day long.
- Beautiful flowers are blooming on bushes around the neighborhood, but invariably die when I try to bring them inside and put them in a vase.
- There’s also this beautiful yellow bush that is in bloom everywhere, and at first I thought it was a golden rain tree (laburnum), but the flowers aren’t quite right. Here’s a picture – any ideas?
After weeks of warm, definitely spring-type weather, it (of course) ended in a huge snow/ ice storm. First a layer of ice came down, & covered everything in a slippery layer, & the was covered by many inches of snow. Guess all the birds & animals that had begun to show up again (including the first robin I saw a few days ago) will all be holing back up to brave the cold.
Just wanted to let you know that I will be gone for the next few days. I’ll try to bring back some interesting stories & photos!
by Christopher Brennan
Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death,
beside its dying sacrificial fire;
the dim world’s middle-age of vain desire
is strangely troubled, waiting for the breath
that speaks the winter’s welcome malison
to fix it in the unremembering sleep:
the silent woods brood o’er an anxious deep,
and in the faded sorrow of the sun,
I see my dreams’ dead colours, one by one,
forth-conjur’d from their smouldering palaces,
fade slowly with the sigh of the passing year.
They wander not nor wring their hands nor weep,
discrown’d belated dreams! but in the drear
and lingering world we sit among the trees
and bow our heads as they, with frozen mouth,
looking, in ashen reverie, towards the clear
sad splendour of the winter of the far south.
This was such a pretty poem I wanted to post it here, especially since it correlates so perfectly with fall in MN.
My computer broke down, so I will try to get some posts out whenever I can until I can fix it. Just letting you know…
During late summer, young cicadas morph, & change into adults. They leave there old exoskeletons (their hard outside, that’s like their skin) behind, & now they’re all over, hanging on trees, street signs, anything that they attach onto when morphing. It’s tan & translucent, & it looks just like a hollow cicada.