BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011

Subject: RE: BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011
From: KT
Date: 19 Nov 11 - 04:12 PM

Lovely, kat. And SINS, "Good morning, ladies." And Pete, a pair of swans drifting by, and described as sheer poetry.... And Kendall's chickadees in hand...All bring smiles to the heart.
The other day I was in the car, waiting for the light to change. Directly in front of me, (and up a few feet, of course) a large Raven was perched contentedly on the extension of horizontal beam of the light post, just above the light. He watched, cocking his head and seemingly amused, as his Raven buddy tiptoed cautiously across the beam, like a child on a high-dive, to join his friend at his post. I couldn't help but be amused myself, wondering why he chose that method as opposed to flying.

Subject: RE: BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011
From: GUEST,999
Date: 19 Nov 11 - 11:19 AM

Had a chipmunk come along and check out my toes. I wiggled them and spoke to him. He backed off a bit and waited for his daily peanuts. He ain't too bright but he sure can make yer day. Creatures are beautiful to watch. Charley the skunk is much like that. He's just fine as long as no one makes him nervous. But then most woodland creatures are like that.

Subject: RE: BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011
From: Pete Jennings
Date: 19 Nov 11 - 11:07 AM

We overlook the Staffordshire & Worcester Canal. In the summer we can't much because of a hedgerow, but now the leaves are falling fast we can see through it. Two days ago (Kat's 17th Nov) a pair of swans went drifting by. Sheer poetry.

Subject: RE: BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011
From: katlaughing
Date: 18 Nov 11 - 05:58 PM

LOL, Sins. An ex-neighbour used to call them rats with wings. Your "ladies" sound like a fun bunch.

FB, love Robin Redbreast, every spring the first to come back.

Kendall, I'd love to have a chickadee land on my fingers! Thanks for the quote; it's very thought-provoking.

Eliza, thanks so much for your comments. The Dance is back on this late afternoon.:-)

katenchanted

Subject: RE: BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011
From: SINSULL
Date: 18 Nov 11 - 08:50 AM

Can't help but think of the landlady in The Producers.
"Boids! Filthy, disgusting boids."

I was greeted yesterday morning by our local flock of wild turkeys. I called "Good morning, ladies." and they all looked at me curiously then walked off in a huff.
LOL
I do enjoy them.



Thank you for sharing that magic moment, kat.

Subject: RE: BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011
From: kendall
Date: 18 Nov 11 - 07:29 AM

There is no feeling like having a Chickadee land with those tiny toenails gripping your finger and calling dee dee dee.
Kinda like having a tiny baby grab your finger and make gurgling sounds.

For some have eyes to see strange sights,
And such a one I be,
But I aint known as an honest man, so nobody harks to me.(Ruth Moore)

Subject: RE: BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011
From: fat B****rd
Date: 18 Nov 11 - 05:52 AM

On a smaller scale, I saw my first Robin 'Redbreast' yesterday whilst clearing up Autumn leaves. Happy days.

Subject: RE: BS: Thought for (late in) the Day 17 Nov. 2011
From: GUEST,Eliza
Date: 18 Nov 11 - 05:43 AM

How poignant and lovely, Kat. I've always found Nature a great balm and comfort, especially when stressed or rushed. We need it don't we? I've started putting out food again, sunflower seeds in the dispenser, and a big fat-cake. Saw two dear little goldfinches yesterday having a go at the seeds. They're so pretty and colourful. I so enjoyed reading your post, thank you Kat.

Subject: BS: Thought for late in the Day–17 Nov. 2011
From: katlaughing
Date: 17 Nov 11 - 07:01 PM

The dog and I were on the east side of the house, this late afternoon, as I threw the ball for her in the front yard. I had just spread fresh bird seed on the round plastic picnic table near our picket fence and a couple of trees where the birds like to hang out.

As I sat there, watching the dog, I heard a tapping noise. I looked over toward the table and there they were, scads of sparrows, finches, and others. They flew up in a fast scatter when they saw me turn my head and look at them. But as the dog and I carried on and I kept an eye out, they came back.

A flutter here, a fly-by sortie there, and suddenly they were all lined up on the picket fence like wallflowers at a dance. All of them chattering and fluttering their wings for balance,"fluffing up their frocks," then, one or two would make a mad dash, brave souls, to the table and start eating. The *first* couple to dance. Then suddenly they were all on the table dancing an avian fandango with a great tattoo of sound as their little talons gave them purchase. It was nothing as formal as a real fandango, in fact it was rather chaotic and scattered, but of course that is what would keep them safe. They were beautiful little creatures and because of them I enjoyed a spell of peaceful Nature in what has been a very busy time and I am gratefull.