the chickadees are busy as bees flying to and from the dry sunflower head my sister placed at the top of the mound of heart-shaped leaves the morning glories made on the bamboo pyramid to the branches of lilacs and birch to crack the shells and eat sweet meats. (i want a tiny little feathered body and wings!)
i was driving down the road and had to stop and take a photo of this morning glory house i think because it's that point in the season when the first autumn color appears and i am trying to drink in all of the fresh flowers still flourishing for change is in the air and as much as i love the coming season it comes quickly and i'm never quite ready to let go
as the skies grew darker with the approaching storm i was walking past an upstairs window that looks out over the arch leading to the garden and a flash of bright-pink-white caught my eye: a clutch of three, just-opened roses sat perched on the very topmost branch. i would not have seen them if i had been standing in the garden, they were reaching so high and far above the arch.
i was tempted to take a step ladder outside and cut them before the storm but i decided that i didn't want to bring them indoors because they would have become simply three of the last roses in a bud vase in the house.
i chose to leave them be there where they could be seen only from a bird's eye view and trust that they could in their freshness weather the storm.
gratefully, Ernesto petered out by the time he arrived and the three have enjoyed a lovely reign.
you know me never can get enough rain however, there is rain and there is flooding deluge. gratefully Ernesto fizzled out before he reached us and we are left with moderate wind and rain. yesterday as i sat with my humming friend i wondered where she hangs out when our weather gets fierce: strong downpours. and i wonder if that's one of the reasons birds spend so much energy and time feasting as much as possible not just to prepare for long migrations and/or breeding and laying eggs etc but for times when it is simply too fierce to go out and about. i've looked and they are not to be seen during heavy downpours and the hummers disappear in fierce winds and wait it out. yes, it is tough and tricky being a bird (refering to my earlier fantasies).
i'm so pleased the chickadees are back they disappeared from our garden this summer and i was a bit worried since they had never gone away like that in previous years. i missed their dipping flights toward the feeders their chirping, chicka-dee-dee-deeing and their other "fee bee" call which i wrongly assumed was some other bird (phoebe?) until a few years ago when i witnessed one of the little chicks singing it.
they returned just about the same time the sunflower seeds began ripening smart little harvesters that they are. i heard them first in the woods and neighborhood then a pair showed up and now i think there may be 2 pairs around.
i'm trying to use both my observations and the guidbooks to draw them and hope i can make a satisfactory sketch of one hanging upside down on the sunflowers
i have a date with her every morning just outside the alcove window me with my tea she with her salvias, agastaches and evening primrose. i love being eye to eye with her and watcing her swoop in suddenly pull up back arched tail cocked, counter balancing
she really doesn't care that i am there or the cats as long as i don't feel the need to suddenly stand up and stretch with great sweeping grandiose waving about of the arms and the cat doesn't jump onto the window sill.
it was curious to me what happened as i tried to draw this: i quick grabbed pad and pencil to get the flowers before they opened further then drew from the guidebook again and found it next to impossible to get the scale accurate between flower and hummer. would have been much easier if i had drawn her first, then the flowers. thank heavens for Photoshop!