May 19 was the 15th birthday of The World’s Cutest and Best Boy:
When you’re that old you get to stand on the table for photos.
We’ve been lucky enough to have a cool, wet spring so far, which means I’ve been willing to do more in the garden (weeding, transplanting leeks, lettuce and nasturtiums) and all the blooms have lasted longer:
Merlin is propped in the window pretty much all day long and is hearing some super cool birds, like Bobolinks, Dickcissels, Chimney Swifts, Soras, Eastern Wood-Pewees, Canada Warblers, Magnolia Warblers, Indigo Buntings, Northern Mockingbirds, Killdeer, Chipping Sparrows, American Redstarts, Great Blue Herons and too many others to list. There are Baltimore Orioles nesting in the copper beech, Song Sparrows nesting in the raspberries, American Robins nesting under the deck, and those are just the ones we’ve stumbled across.
It hasn’t been a brilliant week for photos of anyone or anything because of the rain and grey skies, but I’ve tried:
Every single one of those bird photos was taken in the pouring rain so they aren’t the clearest, but what can you do.
I’m continuing to plough through the Phryne Fisher novels (The Green Mill Murder this week), which are good bedtime fare, and have been skimming Turning to Birds by Lili Taylor. I usually like reading about other people’s interest in birdwatching, but her frequent humblebrags about being A Famous Actress make me roll my eyes a bit.
Anna and I spent part of the weekend bingeing two of the three seasons of Motherland on BritBox – and have plans to finish the third and final season tonight. What a great show. Hilarious.