It’s been a quiet week – just the way I like ‘em – and, after a few unseasonably warm days, it has turned cooler again. If only it could stay this way. Evening walks with Glen have been a treat – chilly, damp, grey, bug-less. Just us and the four thousand gulls picking through the recently ploughed field.
There are no spring bulbs up yet, but they’re coming:
Merlin hasn’t detected any spring migrants yet, so it’s been all the usual suspects: American Crow, American Goldfinch, American Robin, Black-capped Chickadee, Black-headed Gull, Blue Jay, Canada Goose, Common Eider, Common Grackle, Common Raven, Gadwall, Hairy Woodpecker, House Sparrow, Killdeer, Mallard, Mourning Dove, Northern Cardinal, Northern Flicker, Red-winged Blackbird, Ring-billed Gull, Ring-necked Pheasant, Song Sparrow, Swamp Sparrow, White-breasted Nuthatch.
It hasn’t been a stellar photography week. Exhibit A:
In my defence, he was waddling away from me as quickly as he could.
Exhibit B:
Again, in my defence, this was taken through a wet window across a rainy yard.
Exhibit C:
I forgot I’d changed the camera setting the night before (after an unsuccessful look for the aurora) and snapped what could be an intriguing album cover.
Now that I’ve finished all of Foyle’s War, I’m on to Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries in the evenings and I am loving both the soundtrack and the costumes. I’d probably skip the feather boas, but otherwise I’d wear her wardrobe in a heartbeat. I’ve been reading Three Blind Mice and Other Stories by Agatha Christie, A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman, What Your Body Knows About Happiness by Janice Kaplan and The Bean Book by Steve Sando.
An exciting visit to the Little Free Library:
I am powerless in the face of those kitschy covers. These were both published in 1959.
I spent quite a while moving books around this week in my never-ending game of Musical Bookcases. It’s a good opportunity to weed some titles I’m no longer interested in, I tell myself, yet somehow everything always makes it back onto the shelves. In other hoarding news, I made some progress on my yarn stash inventory (I should be knitting 16 hours a day, seven days a week), and finally got all the tea together to make an intimidating wall o’ loose tea packages in the pantry. No more David’s Tea shopping for me for the foreseeable future.