Oh, October - my favorite month!
There is a poignancy felt in these golden hours
as I try to hold on to every precious moment.
The swallows have left and the crows have once
again reclaimed their kin, forming large flocks,
which fly over at sunset to roost in the foothills
after foraging in the fields all day.
With the din of bird-song a distant summer memory,
those left behind break the silence
with gentler voices.
An Anna's Hummingbird keeps watch over
a vast domain - minuscule against the flanks of
These resilient little birds are year-round
residents here in western Washington State.
It was one cold January day when I first
became aware of this fact several years ago,
spying one visiting my empty feeder.
I was so surprised and
quickly filled the feeder with nectar.
I now have several living here year-round.
These are joined in summer by the smaller
Rufous Hummingbird, which fly south in winter.
Morning mist is slow to rise in these shortened
days of autumn.
I step outside, coffee steaming, listening to the twitters
and scoldings of chickadees, juncos and towhees
as they visit the feeder.
Mourning doves and Steller Jays fly in later.
A Northern Flicker enjoys the suet I keep in the apple tree.
We have a new little friend
that I have noticed the last few days.
It is a wren, but I am not sure if it is a house wren,
or a Bewick's Wren which does not.
Possibly this little fellow is just passing through...
He/she was quite absorbed in hunting through
my planters looking for insects, which makes
up 97% of its diet.
We've had our firewood delivered
and have started the chore of splitting
With a little help from our friends!
Here I am taking a break on the chopping block.
Whitey Bear gets a scratch behind the ear
while my daughter's dachshund, Weenie Baby
inspects the stacking.
We burn through 6-8 cord every year.
We have our work cut out for us!
Peanut and Weenie Baby blend right in.
I am pet-sitting for the weekend.
A recent storm dropped golden cedar needles
all over the ground ......
and into the gutters! Ramblin' Man cleans them out.
Kai enjoys our morning walks.
Vine Maple is the first to color
in the forest.
I've been busy with garden clean-up during
these last beautiful days.
Whitey Bear inspects my Tansy harvest.
The dead tree fell during the storm
right onto my pile of bricks, breaking a few :(
I fill my basket with Tansy leaves.
I will dry these for making moth
I love the pungent scent.
I save the seed for planting this spring.
A beautiful day....I didn't need my jacket.
Sunshine on some rusty relics -
an old wood-burning stove and coal cart wheel
that my son found in the local creek.
We live in an old coal mining town
that exists no longer.
The end of a beautiful day.
I hope you are enjoying these last golden
days of autumn, dear friends.
This season goes by so fast.
Soon we will be celebrating the holidays
and bundling up for winter's cold.
Every season has its beauty,
but this season the most of all.
Today I am joining:
Viewing Nature with Eileen - Saturday's Critters