Our little purple finch passed away the same day we brought her to the care center. They told us, on closer examination, it was concluded that she had hit something hard, most likely a window, and could not survive the internal injuries. The heavy breathing and blood in it's beak were signs of impact with something. We were disappointed and, of course, very sad for the little thing. I can just imagine the numbers that die every year like this. We are fortunate that it was not a disease, though, that could be passed to more birds here. It's really heart-wrenching to find a sick bird.
Our garden seems to be on it's second wind now. New blooms are appearing and it looks like we'll have another harvest in a few weeks; especially the beans and zuks. Our carrots are still small but so good. I have rainbow peppers and chili peppers. They could use another week to change colour.
The tomatoes are taking over the garden so lots of them go out to family.
I was walking around the woodlot this morning, picking up sticks and debri from the wind yesterday, when I heard a rustling in the grass. I was greeted by this guy.
This is David....King of the Wild Frontier.
He comes by for some lovin' and, of course, to see what might be fun to hunt on our little lot. So, I give him lots of cuddles and carry him around for awhile then pop him back over his fence. I love him, I really do, but he's not to hunt at the mouse-house.
"She loves me but I can't eat her chipmunks."
hugs, Deb
Our garden seems to be on it's second wind now. New blooms are appearing and it looks like we'll have another harvest in a few weeks; especially the beans and zuks. Our carrots are still small but so good. I have rainbow peppers and chili peppers. They could use another week to change colour.
The tomatoes are taking over the garden so lots of them go out to family.
I was walking around the woodlot this morning, picking up sticks and debri from the wind yesterday, when I heard a rustling in the grass. I was greeted by this guy.
He comes by for some lovin' and, of course, to see what might be fun to hunt on our little lot. So, I give him lots of cuddles and carry him around for awhile then pop him back over his fence. I love him, I really do, but he's not to hunt at the mouse-house.
"She loves me but I can't eat her chipmunks."
"I've got some thinkin' to do." =^..^=
hugs, Deb