Motor Man and I returned home a couple of days ago to find a few guests in our yard.
So beautiful. I know hunting is “necessary”; it just isn’t something I could ever do.
This is “Mama Deer”. She’s been a regular visitor for several years, and we’ve seen her with little ones at least twice. She has a lame leg, and it hurts me to watch her walk.
Here, deer, have a little something to drink.
No need to look over your shoulder: you’re safe in our yard.
We’re expecting 2-4 inches of snow in our area later today, with night-time temps dropping into the teens in the next couple of days. I’m sure our guests will be bedding down in the marsh to weather out the storm.
~These Days Of Mine~
Recently, Motor Man spotted some visitors outside our bedroom window.
“Mmmmmm: liriope. My very favorite. I’ll just have a little munch.”
“Uh-oh. I am so busted.”
“Oh well, while I’m here, I’ll just try this birdbath- water dip.”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I ate the liriope. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
“Sheesh, it was just one tiny little nibble.”
Thanks for the photos, Motor Man.
I took this picture some time back of the little birdbath outside our kitchen window. The really strange thing is that I ran for my camera because of the goldfinch. It wasn’t until I uploaded the photo to my computer that I realized the bluebird was also there.
Today, I thought it would be fun to have you, my readers, submit captions for this picture. I hope you’ll play along by leaving a comment and/or a caption. If you comment here on the blog (rather than on Facebook), other readers will be able to see your creativity. And be sure to check back later to see the suggestions others have made.
I just know your ideas are going to make me smile.
Excuse me, ma’am. Do you realize how old the water is in this birdbath?
Honestly, when WAS the last time you cleaned this?
There’s a reason it’s called a birdBATH, you know. How am I supposed to bathe in this old dirty water?
Yes, I know: “it’s been a long, cold lonely winter”, and all that. That’s really no excuse. The swans have been bragging that you fed them all winter – even when you had to trudge through the snow!
So what does a poor little bluebird have to do to get a little fresh water?