Mr. Bluebird on My Shoulder…

Mr. Bluebird on My Shoulder…

It is time, in southeast Michigan, to clean out the bluebird house and get it back up in the apple tree. I have this funky house made of a big piece of bamboo, topped with a coconut half... I don't even remember where I got it. Might have scavenged it from somebody's trash... The bluebirds were a surprise tenant, but they love it - returning each year to sing for me again. One year when I cleaned it out, I found an unhatched egg. They had buried it under a fresh nest of grass pullings. It was so small! Of course, it is illegal to keep such things. Songbirds are protected species, and possessing feathers or eggs or anything else of such birds is subject to a five-hundred dollar fine. Per feather. So now you know. That bluejay feather you picked up from the sidewalk and put on the dashboard of your car? Yeah. Lookout! Anyway. Within the week, I should be hearing the bluebird's call, and I want to be ready for him. Welcome mat out and shiny.
Spring sprung very, very suddenly!

Spring sprung very, very suddenly!

Bow chica bow-wow.

Bow chica bow-wow.

i havent posted here in like, a year.

i havent posted here in like, a year.

I finished it this summer.

I finished it this summer.

Zucchini and/or sugar snaps in trouble?

Zucchini and/or sugar snaps in trouble?

Name that plant!

Name that plant!