Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Waiting and resting

I haven't yet lamented about this winter season, which is really saying something for me. And I'm not going to start now. But that doesn't mean that I'm not thinking about spring, as I most certainly am. I am waiting.

There's a certain stillness about winter that starts to creep in right around February, a quite time that is necessary before the buzz of March and April. A proverbial calm before the storm - but a good storm, full of greenery and flowers and bird song and hope. Yes, we still need to rest some more before making that push toward vernal bliss. In that resting, I contemplate, looking at the bleak landscape, seeing it for textures, knowing it will become fertile soon enough.

For now, the landscape must rest, laying in the peaceful repose of dormancy. She is waiting, too.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Just can't get enough...

There's that saying "good to last drop." Well, apparently bird dough is good to the last crumb. When the bowl is empty, some of my birdies will resort to trying to lap up any crumbs that might have gotten UNDER the bowl.

The Downies definitely exhibit this behavior.

Carolina Wren, however, wins the prize for "most persistent."

Ehn, ehn!

Got a morsel!

Also wins the prize for "most acrobatic."

Who can resist that little booty sticking up in the air? 'Tocks up!