Morning off

Saturday isn't Sunday. However, with Liz away most days for her internship the family schedule of mornings off...Saturday for her, the younger fry and me on Sunday (the boss does not desire and will not take one) has been torn asunder. I didn't think we were going to get one at all any more. However, Liz was given this day off from her new job since she has to work a whole, straight week next week because her boss is going away.

Therefore she gave me and her sibs this morning off and she is taking the afternoon milking to catch up on sleep. I am having a happy time, reading everyone's blogs, and saying hello and doing not one single useful work thing. It is great.
Thanks kiddo!!!

Woke up this morning to a cacophonous din of assorted blackbirds in the honey locust. Two days ago I hadn't seen a single RWBB, now there are thousands. Grackles too. Two days ago there was no bird song....just dozy winter twittering (except for the cardinal, which would sing through a blizzard). Now there are house finches caroling their little purple hearts out and gold finches nattering away, plus all the uproar from the blackbirds.



So many geese, all Canada's so far, are winging over that you start to lose count at two hundred or so....per flock.

I guess we can safely say that spring has sprung,,,and although the grass has yet to riz, I sure know where dem boidies is .

*** footnote. I was searching for the well-known short poem about grass and boidies and discovered that there is much controversy over who wrote it. Everyone learned it in school back in the day and it was then attributed to Ogden Nash right there in the text books...However, now it is attributed to many others as well. I wonder......
Here are some great Nash poems, including another on spring.