We have never had goldfinches in the garden before, but now there are at least four. I hope they’ll stick around as I adore the colours. A goldfinch is a “Stieglitz” in German which is supposedly what their call sounds like. I have yet to hear it — so far they seem too busy stuffing their faces to do much calling.
Angry Hungry birds. The tits will just have to share.
Spring has sprung! I spotted the first butterfly of the year today — a lovely yellow brimstone fluttering about in the garden. To celebrate, I hauled my lounge chair out on the roof and enjoyed my coffee in the sun.
Soon we’ll be able to turn off the heat and have the windows open all day. I can’t wait!
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As mentioned before, we don’t mind sharing our apples, and in the fall, we
tend to be too lazy to harvest the ones on top of the tree make sure to leave some for our winter guests. They remain largely disregarded for most of the fall and throughout early winter, but once they have gotten the right amount of frost (I imagine the principle is the same as that for ice wine), they tend to be very popular.
This particular gourmet is a new one to our garden. The all-knowing internet tells us it’s a fieldfare or Wacholderdrossel (“juniper thrush”) in German. According to the German wikipedia, it winters further south and starts heading home in mid-February, so our visitor is clearly the early bird that got the apple and quite possibly the first sign of spring.
On one side of our garden, along the fence to a neighbour’s driveway, there is a patch of marigolds that usually does not get a lot of attention. By us humans, that is, because this winged visitor could not quite get enough of it.
Feel like licking your finger and wiping that piece of lint off her? You’re probably a parent.
Bee butt. Say it ten times fast.
Some clover for variety …
… then quickly back to marigold land.
The husband tells me I need to work on my f-stops. (Everyone’s a critic.)
Photo taken by the husband in Marsa Fukeri (Egypt) earlier this year. Notice the remora latched onto her back. We repeatedly watched turtles trying to scrape off their somewhat cumbersome passengers but these guys are usually back in place within seconds.
Stepping into the husband’s office this afternoon, I spotted this:
Grainy cellphone pics only, sorry
Intrigued, I stepped closer:
And yes, I do realize that this apparent miracle is a reflection on my housekeeping skills or lack thereof. But I have been known to go by the name of Morticia Addams on a certain website, so I think the occasional cobweb is quite alright. As long as the husband is happy, the cats are healthy and my orchids are thriving, all is good in my world.
PS: Still here, just very busy.
PPS: If anyone knows where I can get a hold of my chair, please let me know.
Isla watching a bird from the comfort of my belly
Not sure what the husband did to deserve this grumpy look …
* as in “random pictures of my cats”, not “pictures of random cats”. Although I might do that, too.:)