An old treasure from my bookshelf

My home is filled with books. So many that I often don’t realize what I have here. Sometimes, when searching for a particular book I come across others that I’d forgotten about. This post on Lake Life today reminded me of a treasure. The Burgess Bird Book for Children was originally published in 1919. My well-used copy was published in 1965 and has color illustrations by Louis Agassiz Fuertes.

This is a wonderful book to introduce children to birds. I think I bought my copy back when I was teaching elementary school and read it on occasion to my students during the last moments of the school day. Burgess includes information about each birds’ appearance, habits, and personality incorporated into story form. He includes those birds that little children are most likely to see and the illustrations are true to life.

The story begins with the arrival of Mistress Spring. Peter Rabbit goes into the orchard looking for spring’s new arrivals and meets Jenny Wren, the local gossip, who is happy to tell him all about the other birds as they arrive in the Green Meadows. One by one Peter Rabbit meets all of the common country birds and learns about them from Jenny Wren. What is most endearing to me are the names that Burgess gives each of the birds. There is Bully the English Sparrow, Slaty the Junco, Dear Me the Phoebe, and Scrapper the Kingbird among the cast of characters. This book is worth searching out in your local library or used bookstore, even if you don’t have children. Burgess’ love for birds is obvious. Is it any wonder I love this book – bird stories told by a bunny!

Progress?

There is some progress to report in the ongoing *saga* to re-bond Missy and Freckles so that they can live together again. Both look somewhat cautious, if not slightly annoyed, in the photo at left. Being this close to one another and sharing the pooty box is a good sign. I felt comfortable enough today to step out of the pen for the first time and leave them be to see what might happen.

For those of you who don’t know bunnies and who think rabbits are snuggly balls of fluff (as the photos of Boomer and Cricket might lead you to believe) – well, you’re probably wondering what all the fuss is about, right? I admit that I’m overly cautious, but rabbits are very territorial, especially females, and can really hurt one another. I’d like to avoid anybunny getting hurt so I’m taking this very slowly.

Today was a good day, Missy and Freckles are showing signs of being able to get along; I was happy to be able to step away and let them work out their issues. Unfortunately, it seems like they still have the same issues as they always did. Missy wants to be the boss and so does Freckles. Freckles is the submissive one, usually, but she’s not ready yet to feign over Missy the way Missy thinks she ought to. So, they arrive at something of a standoff. Both bunnies think the other should give all of the affection. Missy takes the lead and washes Freckles ears and eyes, but not nearly as gently as she should. Missy’s roughness makes Freckles jump, and run away, and then a minor chase ensues. I watched this sequence over and over today. Finally exasperated with both of them, I packed up the x-pen until another day and put them back into their lonely habitats. Both clearly want to be friends, yet they can’t seem to agree on who should make a compromise.

Pond fairy

The pond fish are awake and begging to be fed today. It’s still too soon; around April 1st I’ll start feeding them a few cheerios every couple of days. After a few weeks of this light feeding I can then start them on a higher protein food once the weather, and their metabolism, is geared-up for it.

Right now, the pond is a depressing sight, nothing like this mid-summer photo from a few years ago. It’s full of leaves and the water is a yucky brownish color. We have a lot of work ahead of us to get it in shape, but I look forward to being able to putter around by the pond in the evening again.

What color green are you?

You Are Mint Green

Balanced and calm, you have mastered the philosophy of living well.
Your friends seek you out for support, and you are able to bring stability to chaotic situations.
You’re very open and cheerful – and you feel like you have a lot of freedom in life.
Your future may hold any number of exciting things, and you’re ready for all of them!

Thanks to endment for the link to this bit of fun.

Dreaming of a getaway

A friend at work left this brochure on my desk today. She does this, every so often, because she knows how badly I want to visit the Mohonk Mountain House in New Paltz, NY. I almost stayed there on my honeymoon, but decided it was too expensive and probably not worth the money to be in such a beautiful place in the freezing cold weather. I had a chance a few years later when my car broke down on the Thruway at the New Paltz exit. A good mechanic nixed that chance.

I’m drawn not so much to the elegant accommodations and unique charm of the place (no in-room tv’s and they serve tea and cookies each day!), but to the breathtaking scenery. Who wouldn’t want to stay in a castle in the mountains with that view?

Grocery store tulips

Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity – John Rusken
Spring is seeping in, day by day. Because my connection with the outdoors is focused primarily on birds, rather than say, wildflowers, I note the changing seasons with the comings and goings of birds. Sure, I spot snowdrops and crocuses, and notice the swelling buds of the magnolia beside my front door and feel the urge to get my fingers in the dirt like any gardener, but my sense of time is very much centered on the migrations of birds.
I wonder if most people, who aren’t *nature-girls* as my friend likes to call me, are aware of the subtle changes happening now. Do they notice the earlier dawn accompanied by birds tuning-up their voices for the coming spring chorus? Do they stop whatever they’re doing to listen to the titmouse singing his “Peter- Peter-Peter” song? Can they hear the red-wings and the killdeer already taking claim to a space for nesting?
A co-worker found me yesterday afternoon, outside on my break, grinning from ear to ear, standing alone. “What are you doing, Laura?” How could I explain to her that I was listening to a mockingbird imitating the practice songs of a titmouse? That these two birds were singing a duet? And that I was getting a real kick out of listening to them do it?

Of Wolves and Men

In case you haven’t noticed the link on my sidebar to whorled leaves I’ll call your attention to it now. I’ve recently become a contributor to the group, described as “an experiment in blogging book communities… inspired by a common love for the natural world.” I’m looking forward to participating more there once we start reading the next book selection which is “Of Wolves and Men” by Barry Lopez. I picked up a copy from the local library today and am (so far) resisting the urge to begin reading it. I’m already in the middle of two other books that I would really like to finish before I start another.

I’ve never been part of a book group before, although I’ve always wanted to do so. The opportunity to talk books with like-minded people, online without the usual constraints of meeting times and such, is very appealing to me. If you have a chance, check out the link and consider joining us.

Summer colors

Anyone else desperate for a bit of summer color?

Red/orange/yellow are my least favorite colors in the garden, especially in combination, but I enjoy the summery feeling I get from looking at this scrapbook collage I did a few years ago. There is the trumpet vine we planted for the hummingbirds that has since overtaken the shed we planted it next to. I don’t often see the hummingbirds using it, and don’t really like the plants’ habit, but it does a nice job of camouflaging the shed that is in need of a paint job. Below the trumpet vine is a gorgeous red passion flower. Beneath that is the tropical butterfly weed that had run wild for a few years, but has since vanished from the garden. On the top right is one of the ubiquitous tiger lilies and an orange garden lily; if I remember right the original few were a *gift* from my brother when he was overrun with them. Finally, a favorite, a red chinese hibiscus.

Just me rambling about birds, books, bunnies, or whatever!