Going to Ridgefield Wildlife Reserve is all about birdwatching really. But flowers and landscapes are what my camera can do, so that’s what I get. Cedar Waxwings were the order of the day, so lovely in airbrushed pastels with a bit of a head statement and a bright yellow tail tip. A favorite for sure, one that I don’t tire of. Also two lifers for me – a Black-headed Grosbeak and a Brownheaded Cowbird, terrible names but delightful birds. Many others, an American Goldfinch as bright yellow as could be, and many Redwing Blackbirds whose whistle makes me think of my father.
There were more and, well, Alan will share his bird pics when he stops cooking me dinner. He got a new smoker and the aromas seep into the house, making me a little crazy. So I’m just sitting here breathing it in, looking at pretty pictures of fields and flowers while he slaves.
We picked our first peas of the season for dinner – and I’m almost as excited about that as I am about the ribs (sorry veggie friends). I’m working on a blogpost about our California trip, but much of it was ineffable and I’m having an effing hard time describing the magic. But I’m learning new songs and writing new songs, so there’s that.
The Northern Flickers came back to the yard this morning after a long vacation somewhere else, and the baby crow fledged this week (see Alan’s blog) and the crow family is making a racket. The sun gave us a tease and now the rain is returning, the garden and the slugs are duking it out, I went to my first homeschooler park day in about 25 years, and I’m hoping the Proud Boys provide a direct path to Trump, but I can always dream. Enjoy these Ridgefield pics. Thanks for being here!