This morning at 5:30, the crow family woke me up demanding food and fresh water.
There are three babies!
The Plum tree is where they like to hang out and do their practice flights.
They are affectionate with one another, nuzzling and playing. The babies still have not quite become independent enough to feed themselves - the Mom stuffs food into them, awkwardly , the babies are large!
They are also not well coordinated and fall into the dish of water, they sort of fall /dive/fly onto the deck off of the railing.
The photos are not clear because they have been taken through the window.
Did not want to scare them.
After eating and drinking and playing , they go back into the plum tree and just wait.
I am so lucky!
I have pounded out four bouquets and am finishing the fifth.
When done ,will put my wool in a bag in the corner - then drag out the glue and water colors to make whatever it is that I will make, other than a big mess on the dining table.
At the end of the week the family are going to the island for the annual week stay. I will stay home. I like having time and the house to myself, I get things done and eat weirdly.
No judgment, no sharing.
Besides I am so over going to the island in the summer, too touristy - crowded ,and the cabins are not great. It is amazing how much must be packed and taken over for just a week's stay. So much cleaning of the cabin, and the kids are adults now.
Not as much fun as it was when they were little, when I was not as cranky , and the island had not been discovered by the masses.
On a sad note, the baby squirrel with the feather tail looked ill one day, bumbled around the deck and acted like she could not see, She has not been back- pretty sure she died.
Pants, the boss squirrel comes every day, all day, climbs the wall, demands nuts and scratches ferociously.
Alive with fleas.
A friend told me about a deer that got hit and killed recently on the road by the lake- At the moment of death the fleas and ticks moved like a huge undulating wave off of the deer and onto the road, into the ditch.
eeuww. Another reason to not have a dog....(yet)