Friday, April 1, 2011

Day Ninety One 2011


The Mourning Dove. My question is how do they tell each other apart? I can just hear one of them now: "Honey, is that you? Oh, sorry, I thought you were...."

Here are some fun facts I didn't know about these creatures. (They've always seemed a bit dumb to me, lumbering around the yard, but since I read this, I have a new respect for them):


The Mourning Dove is one of the most abundant and widespread of all North American birds. It is also the leading game bird, with up to 70 million birds shot annually in the U.S., both for sport and for meat. Its ability to sustain its population under such pressure stems from its prolific breeding: in warm areas, one pair may raise up to six broods a year. Its plaintive woo-oo-oo-oo call gives the bird its name. The wings can make an unusual whistling sound upon take-off and landing, and the bird is a strong flier, capable of speeds up to 88 km/h (55 mph). Mourning Doves are light grey and brown and generally muted in color. Males and females are similar in appearance. The species is generally monogamous, with two squabs (young) per brood. Both parents incubate and care for the young. Mourning Doves eat almost exclusively seeds, but the young are fed crop milk by their parents. (from Wikipedia)


Did you learn something? Good. Now go and have a happy weekend!

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Day Ninety 2011


Grape hyacinths growing wild on the hillside in my back yard. And since they grow wild around here, I figured they were a weed. I was wrong, which wouldn't be the first time, especially about plant life. Here's something I learned: they are not hyacinths but a member of the lily family, native to the Mediterranean area and Asia Minor and they have a musky-grassy smell. I like them and wish we had more. Guess I could head over to Lowe's and buy me some grape hyacinth bulbs. Who knew?

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Day Eighty Nine 2011


Grand daughter Shelby is stylin in her Vera Bradley dress that she got at TJ Maxx. She noticed the designer name on the dress because it's the same designer name on her glasses. She's pretty style-conscious at the age of nine. When I was nine, I somehow had clothes on my body and wore some hand-me-downs from older girl cousins. Now my daily uniform is the usual T shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. I guess I should let Shelby teach me a thing or two. But I'm probably beyond any help in that area.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Day Eighty Eight 2011


'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!' ~~William Wordsworth, "Lines Written in Early Spring," Lyrical Ballads, 1798

Monday, March 28, 2011

Day Eighty Seven 2011


What a beautiful, sunny, chilly, blue sky spring day! Monday is always my busiest chore day, so I got outside only long enough to watch grand daughter Shelby cross the street from school and snap this picture of the cherry blossoms against that awesome blue. I'd like to enjoy those blossoms as much as possible. They'll be gone soon.