Looking Divine.

I don’t know exactly what this blue jay is looking at. Is it looking for a sunflower seed that has fallen to the ground? Perhaps it’s looking at a peanut taking a siesta below the bird feeder.

Someone suggested that the bluejay might be looking at a car that it’s thinking about buying. Another clever individual suggested that it’s trying to decide which pair of socks it wants to buy. Considering the fact that it’s eighty-five degrees and humid, I think that’s highly unlikely.

I think it’s simply looking…divine. Look at those perfect feathers, that magnificent color. Divine…simply divine.

Is this seat taken?

This female bluebird was making a second attempt at landing on the bird feeder. Things were crowded at The Window Cafe and seats were in short supply. There didn’t seem to be anyone in charge at the hostess desk, so it was pretty much first come, first served. I myself would find this system too stressful.

We were eating at a restaurant that was right next to the waters of the Gulf of Mexico in Florida a few years back. They had not yet perfected the system for checking in with a hostess, and we ended up with a group of three people hovering next to our table while we finished our meal!

My husband, normally a very courteous sort, finally was pushed to his limits. He pushed back his chair, asked the woman standing at his elbow if she’d like to finish his coffee, and we left the vultures to pick at our leftovers. (I’m sure they didn’t actually do that, but I thought it gave this story a dramatic finish.The rest of the story is 100% true.)

A thirst for knowledge.

My son is a logger, (Don’t worry, no clear cutting is involved), and he’s a voracious reader. He, at times, takes a small camper to a job site and he always has a supply of books at hand. These areas are not close to civilization or cell service so unless he wants to start talking to the bears, he reads and learns of life in ancient times, of the events that brought democracy to where it is now. He reads the classics and the writings and reflections of humorists who were keen observers of the human condition.

On a trip to Montana to visit our son, we made a stop at the Missoula historical museum and made what was for me, a fascinating discovery. A train car had been rescued and preserved and it wasn’t just any train car. It was a library car! It had been created to take books out to areas where loggers could access it. I imagine its scheduled arrival was eagerly anticipated and a welcome sight when it rolled down the tracks to a camp. Some of the images below tell its story.

Ruth and Ken get things started.
Business was booming until the radio and cars came along.
One of a kind!
A place to rest for the Librarian.
I wonder what they picked out to read.

Yelling at mother nature.

Every Spring our Magnolia tree blossoms and within a day or so a storm comes along and batters it. We barely have time to ooh and ahh over how pretty it is.

Luckily it’s determined to have its moment in the sun and it produces it’s flowers more than once.

Strong wind began this afternoon and I shook my fist and warned it to leave the pretty flowers alone.

I try to restrict myself to fist shaking. I imagine the neighbors would have questions if they heard a voice yelling,Don’t you dare strip those off.”

It’s possible they wouldn’t think twice about hearing my war cry. They’ve gotten used to me yelling at the bluebird who protects his turf by throwing himself against our windows. But when I think about it, I wonder if they actually do know that I’m yelling at a bird when they hear, “Stop smacking your head against that, you’ll hurt yourself,” three times a day.