Now I have 2 male grosbeaks and 2 male orioles. No females
A sad day in birdland: a beautiful male goldfinch broke his neck flying into my windows. Surprisingly this doesn't happen more often.
It was a beautiful day and not windy like the day before. I should have done my long ride today, not yesterday though I did bike some. My bike ride is in 9 weeks though the mileage isn't as far as last year's ride and the hills should be tamer.
Earlier in the week, Steve and I spit in a tube and mailed it off to get our DNA tested. Should be interesting, particularly mine. There is a quarter of me that isn't known: Jewish, Polish or German...we will see. Maya's DNA should be interesting as she is mix of many groups: African-American, Native -American, Jewish and then the quarter that came from me: mainly Scottish, Irish, German and that unknown bit.
Rhubarb flowering as it turns out, is a sign of stress. I have to figure out how to harvest it. My kale did not die over the winter.
This has been our week of watching kids: Tuesday Tessa and Maya, last night Tessa and Daniel and tomorrow Allie.
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2 comments:
It is indeed a sadness when a bird dies flying into the window. Ours are frequently so grubby that the birds know they are there.
Tessa's smile transforms her.
This window is full of kids' handprints. Some put hawk decals though I heard these don't work.
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