Because I Could

I made Rhubarb Crisp yesterday. Recent coolish rains have made
the rhubarb plants go downright crazy. I had to get at the McDonald next to the bird feeder path in self defense. Alas we must move two of Grandpa Lachmayer's plants, as they are being strangled and chewed on where they are.

And because I picked way too much rhubarb (without even making a dent) I made Rhubarb Sauce as well

 I thank my favorite aunt for teaching me to do so, lo these many moons ago.

I had almost forgotten how amazing it is!

Remember

Even Closer

The Grey Ghost

Male Northern Harrier

And the little cutie...female Yellow Warbler gathering fluff for nest

An Unexpected Assortment

It is not unusual to find horses and cattle grazing together in this area. If the horse is a good boi and doesn't chase cows everyone seems to get along just fine.

However, this guy is a whole 'nother ball game. He seemed pretty happy but the fence, being only three strands of wire on T-posts with a little bit of electric didn't make me feel too secure.

We only paused for a moment for these photos.....

 

To the one who does it all

Happy Birthday.......wife and mother, farmer, worker for the disabled, daughter, farmer's daughter, relief milker of other people's cows in her spare time, and all around good person.....hope you have a great day, Liz! We love you!

And for your light reading for the day, another birthday long ago.....

Nearly June

American Goldfinch

Northern Waterthrush

A guy named Tom

And migration fun is almost over.....until fall, when those of them what travel head south for the winter again....

Secret Weapon

Montgomery County is heavily birded for such an ordinary, rural sort of place. Perhaps because of the river or the ease of access from the Thruway, the big guns visit often and bird hard. Then there are the local people, who simply know a lot more than I do.

It is a real challenge to keep up.

However, I have a secret weapon.

I am married to a guy who can spot an American Bittern, at sunset, from a car going 40 miles an hour, in a half-acre swamp clogged with cattails, having never seen one before, and just knowing from my description what one looked like in general.

Yeah, we were belting down a certain road we haunt, headed for our new favorite swamp stop, when he slammed on the brakes.

"What did you see, what did you see?" I exclaimed all excited.

"I think it was a White-headed Egret, you know, those birds you asked me to look for....."

As the car stopped, the bubbly Ke-honk Ke-honk of just such a bird, better known to me as a bittern, rang out from right beside the road.

I clambered down off the edge of the road onto the border of the swamp for photos. So well camouflaged was the bird that I could see it but the camera couldn't.

However, eventually I got a few acceptable photos.

A hen Wood Duck in a tree, something I had never seen before

The guy is amazing. Never saw the bird before, acted from a description..."the color of cattails, points the head straight up in the air...kinda stripey-like...." and he not only saw it, but spotted it while driving me off to hunt birds. When he was young and played ball, he says he could see which way the stitching on the baseball was turning when standing at bat, thus knowing just what pitch he was facing.

I think I'll keep him. He's worth at least a spotting scope any day. 

Chestnut-sided Warbler

What did I just see

In his element...liquid beaver at sunset

Got up extra early to fix my computer as it crashed last night while doing the huge new Windows update. While walking doggies I spotted some deer, maybe three or four, along the pasture behind the house.

No big news; we see them every day. However, one looked....well....funny. 

When finished with the doggos I went for the binoculars. She was straining hard, as if to have a fawn, her hocks stained with results of same. However, the odd shaped-ness of her was that a much larger, darker, doe was attending her during the process, licking her neck and ears, arching her neck over her back protectively, and seeming to encourage her.

I watched for a few minutes before most of the deer, including the dark doe, faded into the woods like the ball players in Field of Dreams. 

While I watched them go, the little pale doe...she was an unusually light tan color....simply vanished completely. Did she lie down in the tall grass? Hide in the bushes below the leaning tree?

I don't know.

This is going to be a busy day as we inter Ralph's aunt and do a lot of other related stuff. However, I will keep an eye on the pasture when I can. Just in case. 

Who knows what I might see out there today.

Caption This

Not a lot of small conventional dairies left around, but there are some.....

Tasty

Om nom nom

Apple blossoms must be delicious, although I haven't tried them lately. Everybody seems to be eating them!

We have gone from not seeing Cedar Waxwings at all
to twenty or more in just this one tree.

And then again....May

 

 

May

Looking out my Back Door

Parent of the Jeff Borland memorial lilac

And front door...etc.....

Which is slowly coming into its own, and reminding me of Jeff whenever I pass

A male Yellow Warbler tugging strands of wool out of the wool ball hung for the birds...nest lining I suppose. And then another day, another yellow, this time a female. A lot of birds must come when I'm not as the ball is getting pulled to bits this year, after hanging there for the past three, more or less ignored.

Inside this cluster of ordinary cottonwood leaves
there is a swinging cradle for some mighty fine orange birds

The answer to the puzzle of the female Baltimore Oriole spending so much time inspecting a single spot on a certain branch in the cottonwood across the driveway. Once I saw how she knitted the still growing leaves of the tree into a shield, hiding the nest from view I was able to spot another just like it up in the cottonwood by the spring up on the back hill.

Another up in the fields, similarly disguised but visible from below.

Hummingbird wars, talk about a cat fight! Nothing benign or gentle about a hummer. We have more than usual this year and they are oh, so violent.

House Wren, lookin' out her back door

House Wrens, bold as brass, hopping right up to my feet to loudly request that I get my fanny indoors so they can get back to tending the nest they built in the ornamental birdhouse.

Robins, more polite, but more annoying, also wanting me to get gone for the same reason, only their nest is on top of one of the porch pillars.

And woven through it all, like magic thread, the scent of the lilacs blooming on the west side of the house, fragrant as fresh laundry and a whole lot prettier. 

Back door of the machine shed after being untracked by the storm....