Rose Finch WM (39 of 1)

This adorable bird is a rosefinch.  This is a male, and apparently they molt and then the new feathers come in, dull at first and then they get redder with “wear”. I wonder exactly what that means? I’m guessing that means “use”, lots of wing flapping and flying. 

We humans should be like that.  The older we got, the more shiny and pretty we’d get. We experience “use”, lots of use, but I haven’t noticed myself getting brighter. Bummer.

Lots of time for birds.

DSC_0662 Dark Junco WM

I’ve had time to enjoy the birds now that I have a window into the woods again, I’ve also not been out and about doing much of anything. Here’s some advice.

Take your Vit. C, rest, eat well, go to bed early, avoid human contact of any sort. I would advise that you stay away from your pets too, even fish. I came down with laryngitis and haven’t had a voice for nine days. I know how I picked up my germs and I have my husband locked in a closet right now. With the holidays coming, everyone should be in anti-virus mode, make sure you have plenty of closets to lock family members in if they begin to sniffle.

Back to the birds. They seem to be in fine shape. Flitting back and forth in front of my window, fighting over the peanuts I put out for them…not one of them appears to have a cold. The point of all this rambling around is that you’re going to see a lot of bird images on here for a while. I know, why couldn’t I have just said that in the first place?

I (almost) hear violins.

Violins window for blog 2

Shivering our way through Old Town in Zurich one evening, we were marveling at the beautiful stained glass windows of a cathedral. I turned around and there they were, violins for sale. You can see the reflection of one of the stained glass windows in the lower right corner. 

The wrath of grapes.


Grapes are NOT our friends!

The wrath of the grapes

Two days ago, perhaps three, I was accosted by a grape at the grocery store. One minute I was gliding into the grocery and the next I was BOOM, down on the floor.

Once I got used to my new vantage point of the produce department, I saw the remains of a grape smeared on the floor. I won’t even DESCRIBE the carnage on the bottom of my shoe. I’d been accosted by a grape, I’m sure it was an attack.

Mind you, I know it’s possible that it was an innocent grape…I had considered  possible explanations for the grape being on the floor. Was this a simple case of a grape vine not doing it’s job,loosening it’s grip on the grape and causing it to fly desperately into space? With no arms, the grape would have had no choice but to stay on the floor after it landed.

But is that what REALLY happened? I’m not convinced, I was picking up a hostile vibe from the grape juice. In the absence of a reliable grape witness who can vouch for the motivation of the suspect grape, I feel it’s my civic duty to warn others.

BEWARE OF GRAPES! There is a possibility that rogue grapes are lying in wait, primed to sacrifice their lives in an effort to make other grapes laugh at the humans slipping and falling. 

Grapes are devious. You’ve been warned.