Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Short & Sweet

Sunday -- gorgeous -- too nice to just stay in the house.



So we head to Kensington park. Butterflies flutter by in their search for sweet nectar.









If you come along next time we go, watch for rattlers.



And bring some seeds to feed the birds.





21 comments:

~d said...

Sweet kitty in the dollhouse! What is the kitty's name?
How did you get the bird to LAND there?!

OMIword!

C said...

She's a really sweet girlie. Her name is Trillian, and she has 6 toes on each foot. :)

At Kensington park, which is this huuuuuuuuuge nature preserve, the birds will come land on your hand and take seeds if you're patient. The titmice are SO fast that it was really hard to get any sort of decent pictures. The chickadees are a lot bolder, but we didn't have the kind of seeds they like. Next time we'll bring black oilers. :)

Jay said...

I just love people who don't stay inside the house.

ldbug said...

Oh! That's so cool that the birds will come so close!!

egan said...

Man do I love cats, birds, and bad Yoda impersonations.

tshsmom said...

I was just going to ask if that was a titmouse. We don't have them here.
Chickadees are hard to photograph too. I have hundreds of "action" pics of them leaving our hands in a flurry of feathers.

C said...

Jay, I love your post about days out with Jason. :) Today is NOT a nice day for going out.

Ldbug - isn't that awesome? My friend got a downy woodpecker on her hand the first time we all tried.


OK, Egan, now WHAT could you possibly have against birds? Are they supposed to be bad for the environment or something?

Tshsmom - yep. They are cute little buggers. I like their "hats." The chickadees are a lot easier to photograph around here. They actually sit for a while and make their selection. Ooooh - maybe it's because we had their faves mixed in with other stuff. I got some good shotslast winter and I'm hoping to get some next time we go. I have to remember black oilers, though.I have tons of those flurry pics of the titmice, LOL!

egan said...

Birds, oh nothing. You know how they wake up when the sun gets up. And then when they are up they like to talk? Yeah, when birds talk they have a really tough time using their "inside" voices. Sure they are animals, but couldn't they be more respectful of us humans?

Toby said...

That park is awesome. We have some pretty ones here in Wisconsin as I'm sure you know, but the birds are very afraid. :)

Trundling Grunt said...

That's a pretty staggering photo. It was a gorgeous weekend and possibly the last for a while. The mercury seems to be going South round here.

C said...

Egan, oh yeah, I remember being annoyed by that. Now I have my own birds and I'm so used to it I sleep through it. :)

Toby, yours are afraid because they are ghetto birds. ;)

TG - here, too. Ack. It was rainy and cold today, just as my elbow had predicted. :-P

begins with v said...

hehehe you said titmouse.

great pics!

~d said...

Hummingbirds. We have those. Fast little effers, aren't they?!

Toby said...

What's your exuse for Detroit? ;)

C said...

Slade - I always feel a little weird saying titmouse in public. :)

~d - oh my , yes, those guys are insane!

Toby - Detroit is inexcusable, LOL! The birds only come because there's crack in the seeds. ;)

Logophile said...

I love saying titmouse, and tit-willow.
I adore the fact there is a whole song,
"Titwillow, titwillow, titwillooooooow."

Fun park to play at!

C said...

Tit-WILLOW?!?!?! What the heck is a tit-willow? OK, I'm going to have to Google that. I know a willow song, but it's not about about a tit-willow. Then again, there are probably different versions. I can understand the choir director not wanting to teach us a tit-willow song in high school. Is it from a Othello? That's the one I know. ("A poor soul sat sighing by the sycamore tree, sing all a green willow, her hand on her ti- er - bosom, her head on her knee. . ."

egan said...

I don't like tits.

C said...

I'm impressed that no one gives Miss Rattlesnake a second thought.

Logophile said...

Its from the Mikado, Gilbert and Sullivan, baybay, a classic.
Here ya go... Loaded with great stuff.


On a tree by a river a little tom-tit
Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit
Singing Willow, titwillow, titwillow'?"
"Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried,
"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?"
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied,
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"

He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough,
Singing "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,
Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!
He sobbed and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave,
Then he plunged himself into the billowy wave,
And an echo arose from the suicide's grave —
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"


Now I feel just as sure as I'm sure that my name
Isn't Willow, titwillow, titwillow,
That 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why,
Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die,
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"

C said...

Oh, VERY nice! :) I'm just starting to learn more about musical theatre. Fun stuff!