Progress in Paradise... Not much, really. The wet weather today kept me from working outside, so I had a day of (physical) recovery indoors. I kept myself busy catching up on all the bills, receipts, etc. that seem to pile up at a breakneck pace. Debbie's still feeling puny from the cold she's caught, though it looks like she's on the downhill side of it.
We did take an early evening drive out to Porcupine Reservoir. With the dramatic stormy skies, spots of sunlight, and the lush green of the fields and hills, it was very pretty. The reservoir's level is distinctly higher; it's now within 24 or 30 inches of spilling over. Better late than never! We didn't see any loons, but did see a solitary Sandhill crane, a boatload of mallard pairs, and two terns doing their fancy flying while looking for fish. Lots of horse and goat babies all along the drive.
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
This morning Debbie walked into the cattery to see one of our cats (Kapua, aka “mom kitty” ) very excited about something she saw in one of the north-facing windows: a fledgling robin. It had either fallen or flown into the well, but couldn't fly straight up to get out of it. It was a very confused and unhappy little fledgling.
Debbie and I both thought of getting a dish towel to cover the fledgling with. We know from (hard) past experience that you can turn a bird “off” by covering its head. But Debbie had the real winning idea: to throw the towel so as to cover the fledgling, while I stayed at some distance. That worked perfectly: I got it covered on the first throw, then packed it gently into a bubble in the towel, and took it outside – to the vast disappointment of the feline crowd watching the whole affair carefully.
I let the fledgling go at the end of our front door walkway. It flew away from the house, toward the pines in our front yard, then did an about-face and flew straight back to the house, landing in a planting about one foot from another well window. Sheesh. Dumb as a stump would be a welcome upgrade to its brain-power. As of this writing, the fledgling had not fallen back down into the other well window. I bet it does, though...
Update: just a few minutes after I first posted this, Debbie called up. “Bird in the window, again!” Down I went, dish towel in hand, and repeated the entire exercise. This time I let it go at some distance from the house, under a blue spruce. Hopefully it will stay there for a while before diving into a window well again.
Stumps are positively brilliant by comparison!