I tried a little different subject matter with this watercolor painting. Yes, there is still a flower in it, but this cute little critter is called a honey possum.
I just bought a new roll of tin foil that says "5 feet free". Who knew that I would be using that 5 feet to wrap around my front door porch lites. No, it's not a quirky new signature decorating motif.
I stepped out onto the front porch yesterday and noticed the tell tale signs. Feathered tail signs, I should note. Long dried pieces of building material stuff had been delivered. Grass, twigs, dried mud. My friends from last year were back. But nothing was coiled behind the lites. . . . YET. Thank Goodness.
You can tell it is spring when the feathered courtships begin. Then, not before long, the new couple is searching for their first home. They are welcome to set up housekeeping in my rhododendron or hemlock but the front porch soooo does not work for EVERYONE! So, I try to discourage them. I hang balloons from the lites, wrap lots of tin foil, and even sit a small teddy bear up there. Nothing really works and I have no idea what my neighbors are thinking THIS TIME.
And last year when I was pruning my hemlock with electric shears, I was the one who nearly "had a bird." I came within inches of a teeny tiny nest with little babies. I was traumatized at this close encounter and immediately started trying to put the tree back together. Seriously thought about using super glue. Then, had no choice but to keep an eye on the exposed nest to make sure that darn cat did not discover it. Surrogate parenting is way too stressful for me.
I just bought a new roll of tin foil that says "5 feet free". Who knew that I would be using that 5 feet to wrap around my front door porch lites. No, it's not a quirky new signature decorating motif.
I stepped out onto the front porch yesterday and noticed the tell tale signs. Feathered tail signs, I should note. Long dried pieces of building material stuff had been delivered. Grass, twigs, dried mud. My friends from last year were back. But nothing was coiled behind the lites. . . . YET. Thank Goodness.
You can tell it is spring when the feathered courtships begin. Then, not before long, the new couple is searching for their first home. They are welcome to set up housekeeping in my rhododendron or hemlock but the front porch soooo does not work for EVERYONE! So, I try to discourage them. I hang balloons from the lites, wrap lots of tin foil, and even sit a small teddy bear up there. Nothing really works and I have no idea what my neighbors are thinking THIS TIME.
And last year when I was pruning my hemlock with electric shears, I was the one who nearly "had a bird." I came within inches of a teeny tiny nest with little babies. I was traumatized at this close encounter and immediately started trying to put the tree back together. Seriously thought about using super glue. Then, had no choice but to keep an eye on the exposed nest to make sure that darn cat did not discover it. Surrogate parenting is way too stressful for me.
My orchid has wrapped up its blooming after a very impressive 2 month run. Now I must search for aftercare instructions or transport it to the Rain Forest to insure its longevity. May be making our travel plans soon. LOL.
One moment can change a day
One day can change a life
One life can change the world
-The Buddha
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