It is a foggy spring morning. Slim is poding in her nest. I am sipping tea and marveling at the shining yellow the American Goldfinches on my feeder are wearing.
Poding is a word that doesn't exist in dictionaries. At least none that I've been able to find. It means that kneading thing that cats do with their front paws. Everyone says they do it cause it's what they did as kittens during nursing. OK. But. All mammals nursed and I've never seen another mammal do this. Why cats?
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
12 May 2009
20 March 2008
It is inevitable
In spite of how much we all grumble about whether or not it will ever arrive it always does. Spring.
I saw grackles yesterday. My personally designated first sign of Spring. Then come the Woodcock. With all the rain we are getting today I am certain if I go out after work today and walk the shoreline, I will hear them coming in and setting to with their “peent, peent, peent” calls.
I saw grackles yesterday. My personally designated first sign of Spring. Then come the Woodcock. With all the rain we are getting today I am certain if I go out after work today and walk the shoreline, I will hear them coming in and setting to with their “peent, peent, peent” calls.
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