It may be spring, but in my neck of the woods, Mother Nature takes one springy step forward and then two frosty steps back. A crocus or two have emerged, but nothing much that’s green has appeared yet. In the swamp however, the migratory birds are back, and all of our bird population is busy with checking out mates and real estate.
All of the photos I’m bombarding you with, were captured yesterday or just a few days prior.
A tribute to a sweet little wild bunny.
When she was quite small, she managed not only to survive four curious cats, a trip through the kitty door (which seriously scraped the fur and skin off her back), a harrowing escape through the living room, then out the front door. Weeks later, she took up residence in our front yard. She was clearly the same little rabbit, because of the reverse mohawk on her back, which (we were relieved to see), healed very nicely. She seemed familiar with us, the frantic humans from the house who expedited her getaway. On several occasions, she allowed us to approach, and was so relaxed in our presence, that she settled down a couple of feet away and bathed like a cat,taking time to thoroughly groom.
We haven’t seen her for a while. We’re hoping that she is safe, and is more wary of the dangers of cats and cars and humans. Hoping even more, that her curious and trusting nature didn’t lead her into another disaster, like a suburban Peter Rabbit.
We’ll be watching out for her this winter, ready with some extra bunny nutrition to help her through the coming snow storms. Ironically however, it would be better if she didn’t return. Better if her survival instincts took her a few blocks over to the river,where it’s a little more wild and a possibly a little bit safer.
That’s what I’ve been doing-falling and dancing, dancing and falling. I’m painting with a fervent urgency. In the past month, I have worked through eight oil paintings. Four I’ve discarded, four are still in play. I’ll share with you what remains viable when I finish.
The transition of seasons reflects my process, lately. I’m hoping that pruning work that fails to stretch me this fall will result in stronger work come spring. Hope the new season inspires your creativity as well.
These petite yellow birds dashed playfully about the swamp at such speed, that focusing my camera was much like a playing a video game. As you can see, I was unable to capture any sharp images, but thought I’d give you some idea of their delightful exuberance.
Our backyard cherry tree is a fruit eating bird delight site. Though the tree is full of cherries, the birds are fighting over the choicest, deepest red ones.
Even the least successful still seem content to snatch up the nearly ripe fruit.
This lovely box turtle newly emerged from hibernation, crawled away from his winter home, still sleepy.
A tiny painted turtle having a look around.
A frog just up from the mud.
Lots of mating activity.
A snack after mating.
One of the resident nesting pair of geese, enjoying a little time away from nest sitting duties.
top photo credit T. Cartwright