They’re Baaaack, We Hope

We haven’t had a Mallard pair as regular visitors for a couple of years.  Maybe this pair is scoping the pond for suitability as a swimming hole for the upcoming ducklings?  Hope so!  Newborn ducklings are like brown bobbing ping-pong balls with teeny beaks.  Hilarious gift from Mother Nature.  We had a pair of Mallards we named Desi & Lucy hang out for several years, a few years ago.

A new Desi & Lucy?

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Deck-orations

These are individual photos, via iPhone 11, of my better half’s plantings that live on our deck for our joy and amusement whilst sipping the fruit of the vine, listening to classical music, and totally ignoring the meretricious current news.  With even Tucker Carlson firmly seated in the exaggeration and fear mongering train, it’s time to meld with the natural world’s bounty.  Pix are from yesterday; Ma Nature is definitely waking up!

An overview from my perch.
Our totem guards the Wa.
Koi-themed succulent group.
My Bonsai, half pruned.
Yabu, our latest adoptee.
Gwinnie views it all from warm comfort.

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A Bad Day for Junior

Junior was the name we gave our resident Hummingbird, not knowing it was a girl.  Over the past few years she became almost tame, following us around the yard.  This year, for the first time, she built a nest in our front yard, as you can see in the picture.  Unfortunately, her nest was vandalized by some predator, so no babies for us to see, but she survived.  Also, she has decamped, likely for safer environs, but who will ever know.    We miss putting out warm food for her every morning.  Gorgeous nest:

Junior, warming her eggs.

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Instant Mental Health w/vid added

Yesterday I finished my basic regimen of pre-spring yard biz, and was sprawled on my deck chaise enjoying the fruits of several days of my cleaning and pruning labors, whilst sipping some fruit of the vine, with my trusty iPhone at hand to record whatever my enfeebled mind desired, on a perfect 60+ sunny afternoon, when Gwyneth provided the capper of capers.  One simply cannot hold any thought of political dread or other source of anxiety while watching her roll on her back on freshly mowed grass.  I finally figured out how to reduce the size of the video.  Audio courtesy of KQAC All Classical Portland.

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