Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sunday Stills...Rivers and Creeks



Most of the water around here has been frozen for a while, although things are beginning to open up a bit. The river is still largely ice-covered so we went down the other afternoon to take some pics of the converging water fowl in the open bit in town.



Do click and enlarge to see the many species of birds


There are many species of birds hanging around there. Great Black-backed Gulls, Herring Gulls, Ring-billed Gulls, Canada Geese, Mallard Ducks, a single Lesser Scaup, Common Mergansers, many sorts of blackbirds and American Crows, Bald Eagles, and lots more.

It was dark and snowing, but the birds didn't care


We didn't see all of these, but there were a lot of them to see. It is as if there are two rivers this time of year...the river of water, mostly still iron clad in ice...and the river of birds, moving ever more north.


The one that got me

One of the geese left me a nice reminder not to stand under water fowl when they are flying by....had to race home to the washing machine. I guess you are truly a birder when you can get crapped on by a large goose and not really care all that much.

For more Sunday Stills.....

A river of ice, where the water seeps out of our slate banks

Saturday, March 28, 2015

It's Lambing Season



And Northview has more bum lambs...which is fine with me. I like sheep.

Wanna share my bink?

These new babies are Scottish Blackface, and the cutest lambs I have ever seen. They look like stuffed toys...too cute to believe they are real.




At least it is warm enough for this lot to live in the barn. They have the softest wool you can imagine...and Peggy is wildly a fan.

When she went to the farm where they were born yesterday she went wild when she saw all the dogs and sheep. She is a farm girl for sure. 


Cat for size and scale comparison....the infamous Kiwi...you've heard of fruit bats?
She's a fruit cat.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Barn Babies



It is warm enough now for our Miss Peggy to visit the barn sometimes.






The babies in the brooder are getting big.




As are the lambs.

The air this morning is simply seething with birds, enough Red-winged Blackbirds to awaken me from a sound sleep just before dawn. Grackles. Brown-headed Cowbirds. 

Their calls are ringing all around even now. 

And the barnyard was full of Robins when I walked over.

Now if only they can get that weasel.





Check out this fox in the barnyard. Bold huh?

Monday, March 23, 2015

Divergent



Talking on the phone this morning to our boy who drove off to work a few hours ago. He was sitting in his car on a street in Harlem waiting for someone to open the gate to the job site. I was in my room waiting for morning....which was actually kinda, sorta, here.

He was struggling for air...I could hear him breathe...and we  talked about it. How thick it was and hard to breathe down there. Up here, with this cold rolling down from Canada, the air is like cold water or some amazing magical elixir that inspires and invigorates. I find myself dragging in great lungfuls when I take the doggy out or go for a short bird walk.

It's as if you can feel it all the way to your toes. 

I asked him what it looked like where he was, so he texted me a photo. Tall buildings, a scattering of construction equipment, Christmas trees of lights clustered here and there. 

I could hear buses grunting and puffing and he mentioned a blond in airplane pants walking past.

We talked about the Latin names of trees..don't know how we got on that...the fact that the sap is finally running I guess...and got through some Acers and Quercuses before the subject changed....

A few minutes later Daisy and I were outside the back door, with a mango sunrise popping over in the old horse pasture, oh so delightfully farther north than just last week. Inky outlines of the trees in the hedgerow stitched a pattern in dark and light against it.

Red-winged Blackbirds were singing for the first time this year. 

A Northern Cardinal pumped out a song so frantic I wondered if he ever stopped to draw a breath. And, oh that air...

It isn't quite nine degrees here....8.6 in fact. Down there it is 22. There the light comes from security fixtures, here from the rising sun. They have cruddy air, we have air so clean it squeaks, I swear. They have blonds; we have blond coyotes. Buses or bird song, take your pick.....

It's all NY, but what a divergence...and in much more than temperature.

I am grateful that we get to live on this side of the divide....

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Happy Birthday







To my favorite Renaissance Man....

Love you, kiddo, hope you have a wonderful day and many, many more.....