Fall is my favorite season, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
Hilarious, that David Letterman.
So is New Yorker artist Edward Koren on this 1988 cover.
I won’t be seeing most of my feathered friends for a while. Before they return, I have lots of Fall house cleaning to do.
Cleaning out birdhouses isn’t without surprises.
They’re filled with an assortment of grasses, twigs, leaves, feathers, and mosses and wildlife too small to see.
Mine are designed for Sialia sialis, the Eastern bluebird. Males and females arrive in spring, investigate two or three houses, and then the male steps back and lets the female decide where they will nest.
This summer, my blue beauties were driven out by tree swallows and house sparrows and wrens.
These birds never clean out the rubbish left by previous residents.
While they’re busy listening to their personal cassette players and falling from trees,
some of us have work to do.
Story wrangler CHERI LUCAS ROWLANDS asks:
What’s mundane yet meaningful to you? What’s a beautiful everyday thing?
the transformative art of the sea
shapely, subtle, showing its cleverness
Beauty is composed of many things and never stands alone. It is part of horizons, blue in the distance, great primeval silences, knowledge of all things of the earth. It is so fragile it can be destroyed by a sound or a thought. It may be infinitesimally small or encompass the universe itself. It comes in a swift conception wherever nature has not been disturbed.
WP Blogger extraordinaire Krista asks ~ What is your inspiration? What moves you? What is it that never fails to motivate you, to get you going, or make you happy? See her avant-garde photo here.
My inspiration? Nature. Inspiring. Inspiriting.
Ancient sites. Dizzying heights.
Just plain grand.
Beauty is composed of many things and never stands alone. It is so fragile it can be destroyed by a sound or a thought. It may be infinitesimally small or encompass the universe itself. It comes in a swift conception wherever nature has not been disturbed.
I admire avian architects.
The fabricator of this nest? I’m not sure but the nest is blue-chip inside and out, ingeniously built with natural materials. My best guess? It involves plenty of maternal labor. It’s perfectly adapted to housing wee eggs and young offspring in safety and comfort. Fixed together with gossamer-like fibers, the young at the bottom of this nest will be enveloped in a mass of feathers. Mouth-gapingly awesome. Toni 5/18/15
I read so I can live more than one life in more than one place.
So says the wickedly good writer Anne Tyler. She’s not gritty, glammy, or trendy, but her voice and view of the world always surprise me. With The Accidental Tourist, Tyler raised the fiction bar.
I’m lucky enough to live in more than one place. And I like to believe that living more than one life is possible. Past lives, simultaneous lives, future lives, it’s all good.
But for now, there are plenty of idyllic easy days in this life. Time to read. Time to wander. Time to be an accidental
tourist birder. Like today.
Surprises in unexpected places, marking another year. (THX, J. ♥)
Well today is your birthday
We’ve traveled so far we two
So let’s blow out the candles on your cake
And we’ll raise a glass or two
And when the sun comes out tomorrow
It’ll be the start of a brand new day
And all that you have wished for I know will come your way
Well surprise, surprise, surprise
Yeah surprise, surprise, surprise
Well surprise, surprise, come on open your eyes
*This ID-challenged birder has an unreservedly brilliant flock of birding gurus, including blog partner Patty, that comes to my rescue. THX, Everyone!