It's snowing. Our yard is white, the street slippery. This morning I woke up in the middle of what sounded like a Star Wars battle scene, but it was just a yard full of Evening Grosbeaks scrapping over food. What a hellish racket.
I spent the rest of the morning watching the birds, watching it snow, and reading, reading, reading. I also checked out the description of The Tree of Meaning: Thirteen Talks, a new book by Robert Bringhurst that I was given the heads-up about recently. It's now at the top of my shopping list. And I checked out the cupcakes that Amy sent me.
Speaking of cake, I hope to run into some of you at the sweets table at the Saskatchewan Book Awards 14th Annual Shortlist Reading Brunch in Saskatoon on Sunday. I'm looking forward to it. Last year's brunch was fantastic.
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Could send you a picture of my hungry BlueJays but you would need a magnifying glass to see them.
Good picture. Wish we had some of them.
Your Blue Jays may be hungry, but at least they're not as numerous. These grosbeaks arrive in big noisy flocks and don't leave until the food is gone. They stayed all day today. I'll gladly give them your address if you like. :)
If you discount the 3rd dimension of the beak, it kind of looks like he's got a cartoonish wry grimace going there. Makes me like 'im.
That's nothing compared to the grimace on my face when their racket wakes me up. It's enough to crack a mirror.
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