Yesterday Stu and I took a walk around our neighborhood, partly to stretch our legs and partly to look at house colors (I carried our Kelly-Moore swatches and kept holding them up in front of one or another house, much to Stu's amusement). We noticed an odd noise and tracked its location to a car parked up a driveway. Perched atop the passenger side view mirror was a California (brown) towhee. It would look down into the mirror, see its reflection, and fly down to flutter in front of the mirror, beating its wings against the safety glass, then resume its perch. Over and over.
I imagined the internal conversation: Hey! this is my territory, bub! Get out of here! OK, whew, beat him. Hey..wait...son of a gun, he's still there! Hey!....
and I wondered if this was the adult version of last summer's "idiot bird," the fledgling towhee who kept calling from our back deck to Leo and Lily by the back door, over and over.
But one this is for sure: spring is coming. The birds know it. Just ask the common moorhen in full breeding plumage out at the pond at the college, or the pair of redtails I saw in paired flight, their legs dangling.
Daffodils are popping up all over, and at the very front of our property a couple are in full bloom, bright yellow jonquils.
In the courtyard, our camellia burst into bloom with a couple of bright red flowers for Stu's birthday and more pop from their buds each day.
My seed order goes in next week.
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