“Hope” is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops ... at all - Emily Dickenson

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Spring. 25 years ago I planted a few bulbs in the grass. Now the grass is half gone, but the bulbs spread more every year. When they die back in late Spring I just take the dry leaves with seed heads and throw them in bare spots.

There were still a couple of Loons way out on the bay this morning. Lorna was chasing and may have a couple of photos. 

We counted nine Wood Ducks in the willow tree and in the water below this morning - so there are likely at least five pair nesting on this stretch of the Oakwood shoreline. Later there was a female sitting on the roof of a nesting box, checking it out to make certain it is duckish enough and peeping her approval to the male who was perched higher in the oak. He has NO input. The photos are through window glass at distance. They are very spooky birds now when they are comparing nesting options; any door opening or head appearing and they are just gone. 
Lorna says there are three nesting boxes on the north side of our round peninsula. That makes about half a dozen boxes in Oakwood which is the limiter on populaation.  I suppose I should make a few more various bird boxes before next year.

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