Stanley, the Roadrunner

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An umbrella propped in the corner of a covered patio has become an evening-through-the-night roosting place for a roadrunner at my brother-in-law’s house, outside of Phoenix.

Every afternoon between 3:30 and 4:00, a roadrunner wanders in from his (we think it is a male) day of hunting for food. He ambles about the patio, freezing into position if he senses movement behind the glass doors. When he feels safe, he continues his patrol of the patio. My brother-in-law reports that occasionally, he will tap on the glass doors. Sadly, he was not in a tapping mood during my visit during the holidays.

After taking stock of his surroundings, he may fly up to the back of a chair to study his final destination, the top of the propped umbrella. Or he may decide to fly right to the top of the umbrella.

Stanley is all puffed up trying to dry off. Believe it or not, it rained the days were were in Arizona.

Stanley is all puffed up trying to dry off. Believe it or not, it rained the days were were in Arizona.

Once perched, he faces out so he can keep an eye on his surroundings. His tail is straight up and flush with the wall. That is his pose until he leaves in the morning. Departure is usually around 8:00-8:30.

Since this bird has been roosting on my brother-in-law’s patio for several months, he was given a name, Stanley. Stanley does not take flight when you go out to view this curiosity. He views the intruder with an unblinking steely stare.

Stanley, settled in for the night. He has become the finial of the umbrella.

Stanley, settled in for the night. He has become the finial of the umbrella.

This is the tidiest bird ever. He has never left one dropping on the umbrella or patio. Now, I find that amazing! I’ve never known a bird not to leave a little disgusting reminder of their presence.

Every morning, the patio corner is checked to see if Stanley stayed the night. Each evening his arrival is anticipated and noted. It will be a sad day when Stanley decides to relocate.

Frosted by Fog

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A bit of phoetry today. I am entranced by the fog that freezes on plants for a short period of time.

Fog moved in while temperatures dropped.

Fog moved in while temperatures dropped.

Tops of some leaves were frosted.

Some leaves were frosted by the fog.

Other leaves are outlined.

Some leaves were outlined in white.

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Crisscrossed lines of webs were revealed.

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Sugar-frosted berries on the burning bush.

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Frozen Blue Atlas Cedar needles created a flocked flower.

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No time left to linger, I must journey on through my day. Until the next time Mother Nature paints the world white with fog.

 

 

This Time of Year

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Step out the front door

To hear bumblebees

Buzzing to collect the last bits of pollen.

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This time of year,

Step out the back door

To find feathers drifting

From the roof,

Down to the bushes.

Something did not have a pleasant night!

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This time of year, 

You might discover a hidden creature

When you step out to move the patio cushions.

 

 

This time of year,

Spiders will be spinning their webs,

Webs will catch the breezes

Shimmering in the light

As they sail past.

Wonders of nature surprise us, this time of year.

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New Mama

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New mama in my neighborhood.

From my perch, I watch her

The ever vigilant mama is not happy I want a picture of her home.

The ever vigilant mama is not happy I want a picture of her home.

Zip in and out,

Bring tasty tidbits to her brood,

Always within a bird’s eye view of home.

Step near her home,

She chirps a loud warning.

Others rally to mama’s cries.

The intruder (me) is surrounded by beady eyes,

Watching.

Mama, your babies are safe

In the arms of this maple

In my yard.

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This robin’s nest is too high for me to see inside. So far no heads have been bobbing up and down.

 

Spring Settles In

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As I was driving out of my subdivision this week, I was surprised to notice peonies had already popped up. This made me start looking more closely at the changes taking place. All of a sudden I began to think in alliterative pairs. A seed of a poem began to take root in my mind. I grabbed my camera and took another wander around the neighborhood to capture more moments of spring. (Side note: the dandelions are not from my yard. 🙂 )

Once home I spent some time creating the collages with the app LiveCollage+. After the collages were set up,  I opened the app VanillaPen to add the words. Thus, the mostly alliterative poem was created. Spring has settled in. Unfortunately that means allergy sufferers are miserable. We are about to enter the green dusting phase. Are you?

So Much Depends . . .

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My stomach dropped as I listened to the weather forecast for the next couple of nights. Temperatures were expected to plunge below freezing. I feared for the delicate peach blossoms. I feared for the hydrangea with new leaves popping out on last year’s stems. I feared for the tulip heads peeking out of the foliage. The forecaster said, “So much depends . . . ” and my mind called up William Carlos Williams poem “The Red Wheelbarrow.”  Here is my version: “Peach Blossoms”

 

so much depends
upon
the night’s temperature
degree
plus softly blowing
breezes
for peach buds
bloomability.
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Hydrangea hides under the ghosts at the top. Tulips quiver under the shroud on the left. Reachable branches have sails clipped to the branches.

The drop cloth sheets were called into action. Fighting wind gusts, my husband and I attempted to cover some of the limbs of the tree. It was a battle, but eventually a few branches sported a white cotton coat. The hydrangea and tulip beds were much easier to drape.

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Left side is frosted, right side is thawed.

 

 

 

 

 

First night of freezing temperatures came and went. The covers stayed put, another night of cold was expected. Second night of freezing temperatures came and left heavy frost on everything. A few hours of sunshine sent the frost packing. The coverings have been removed. There is still hope that some of the blossoms will become peaches.

Please let that be the last of the hard freezes!

 

 

 

 

Hope Lies in a Bud

 

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I have a peach tree.peach tree

I have a peach tree that has not had a peach for two years.

I have a peach tree that has not had a peach for two years because cold weather blew in.

I watch my peach tree.

I watch my peach tree for signs of buds.

I watch my peach tree for signs of buds hoping that winter IMG_5030is over because I see buds and a few have blossomed.

I wait for the other buds.

I wait for the other buds to open and invite the bees to pollinate.

I wait for for the other buds to open and invite the bees to pollinate so I can savor the sweet taste of sunshine that is a perfect peach.IMG_1945