Perhaps a bit of why I’m moving down to the deep south of Oregon….
How could I resist?
You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
― Oscar Wilde
dedicated to Andy man
Finally caught some shots of Rupert, the Rufous hummingbird who seems to have taken up his position perched on the bracket holding the feeder. He’s ready to take on all comers.
I was very happy to catch the way his gorget changes color from flaming scarlet red to black depending on how the light hits it. Then again… there’s Bubba not looking at all happy about the intruder.
This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Humbug mountain exploding
As the storms start to ease off a tad, we’re getting some marvelous skies.
The comfort zone is a psychological state in which one feels familiar, safe, at ease, and secure. You never change your life until you step out of your comfort zone; change begins at the end of your comfort zone.
― Roy T. Bennett
I just love this sort of lighting… it looks a bit dark and foreboding, but then there’s those marvelous reflections of sun off the water. Never a dull moment. I’ll take it over screaming sunshine and a cloudless sky any day.
Bubba, scrunched up trying to keep warm about a week ago. The Rufous springtime invasion has started and the hummer wars have commenced. They are such fun to watch. I haven’t managed a good shot of the orange-red invaders yet, but hope to soon.
Oh yeah… and I have daffodils blooming already (at least for a week, or more)! Must be spring even though the storms continue. Perhaps not quite as severe as they have been. Oddly today the ground turned white from a hail storm that lasted maybe five minutes.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne,
I have had a few dear friends inquire, but I’m still alive and (mostly) well.
This crazy winter has slowed us down somewhat with wave after wave of rain and wind, but compared to the rest of the country we’ve been truly lucky. Unfortunately the storms seem to be reflected inside my head with sinus and ear problems. I’ve done quite a bit of hibernating.
Then there’s been this urge to start doing some serious weeding through the accumulation of clutter that seems to happen when one is settled in a place for any length of time. Hopefully the storms will start to recede and we can get on with this relocation.
I’ve tried to keep up with blogging, but for now it’s been sporadic though not entirely a lost cause. Hoping to be back in the groove again sometime in the near future.
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
― Paulo Coelho,
It was wonderful to see some sun and apparently we weren’t the only ones out enjoying it.
But first there were the days of snow (unusual for our area) when Bubba, our resident hummingbird, hunkered down waiting for that sunny day. I tried to help by putting out warmer sugar water since the stuff in the feeder had frozen overnight.
We passed three juvenile bald eagles perched in the trees near the side of the road.
This one seems to beg for a caption of “what are you looking at?”
The two other young eagles were hiding behind a thicket of branches, so hard to get a decent shot of them. We suspect the larger bird (in this shot) may have been one we watched being raised in the nest from two years ago. Last year’s pair didn’t pose as conveniently. They were in a location not far from the nest, so we’re pretty happy that all the birds we watched over so happily and anxiously seem to have made it into adolescence.
I lucked out and had this kestrel hanging out on my side of the road. Better lighting in that direction didn’t hurt a it (for a change).
Another “what are YOU looking at” pose. I’ve always loved these tiny little raptors because of the coloring and the simple fact that they’re just so darned cute! Finally caught a half decent shot of one. Doing a happy dance here.
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,