fff ~ birds, blossoms and babykins
Hello from Prince Edward Island!
It's the first Friday of May! Time to look back over the week and remember the blessings with Susanne and all the Friday Fave gang at Living To Tell The Story.
1. Roger and I enjoy the bird feeders all year long but they are especially interesting in the spring.
This male American Goldfinch is changing from his drab winter plumage to his brilliant yellow and shiny black summer plumage.
Every day Roger and I see chickadees, american goldfinch, white-throated sparrows with their beautiful songs, common redpolls, cowbirds, bluejays, red-winged blackbirds, mourning doves, juncos, downy woodpeckers and hairy woodpeckers. The robins are everywhere but they don't eat from the feeders. We're always on the lookout for a new bird or a different behaviour. Like this . . .
The mourning doves always eat the seed that falls from the feeders to the ground. This is the first time I've ever seen one perch up on the feeder. This feeder is intended for the tiny finches and chickadees. As you can tell, he doesn't quite fit! Perhaps he decided the pickings were better up there :) I had to take the picture through our kitchen window. I knew he would fly away as soon as I opened the door.
We get so much pleasure watching the birds.
Downy woodpecker
Chickadee and Common Redpoll2. Spring is a wee bit slow on PEI, but after a long winter every tiny change, from the greening of the grass to the budding of the trees, is greeted with enthusiasm.
L M Montgomery described our spring perfectly.
Spring had come once more to Green Gables -- the beautiful, capricious, reluctant Canadian spring, lingering along through April and May in a succession of sweet, fresh, chilly days, with pink sunsets and miracles of resurrection and growth.
Beautiful, capricious and reluctant! but oh so appreciated.
3. Looking for new blossoms in the garden is a favourite springtime joy. Their bright colors and sweet fragrance make my heart sing.
Grape Hyacinth
Primula
4. A few miles down the road, there's a stream flowing into a marsh. Every spring this glorious display unfolds.
Marsh marigolds
And I know a little hidden spot, behind an old country schoolhouse, where these tiny beauties blossom.
Mayflowers ~ trailing arbutus
"I'm so sorry for people who live in lands where there are no Mayflowers," said Anne. "Diana says perhaps they have something better, but there couldn't be anything better than Mayflowers, could there, Marilla? And Diana says if they don't know what they are like they don't miss them. But I think that is the saddest thing of all. I think it would be TRAGIC, Marilla, not to know what Mayflowers are like and NOT to miss them. Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer and this is their heaven
5. But here are two of the sweetest blossoms ~ just can't miss a proud mom/nannie moment :)
Auntie Sarah and Baby Josie
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend - I'm off to a ladies retreat. I'm looking forward to a refreshing time!
Thanks for dropping in for a visit!
with love,