Yesterday was the actual date of Clif’s birthday. As regular readers know, we are firm believers in celebrating birthdays early and often. We had his big party a week or so ago, but we couldn’t let the 27th go by without doing a little something.
So off to Hallowell we went, to grab appetizers from the local Chinese restaurant and settle by the river to enjoy them.
The day was cloudy but warm, perfect, actually, to be by the water. In a flash, two hours went by as we ate, chatted, and watched the river, which caught bands of rippling blue from the sky.
We saw a number of cormorants swimming, fishing, and resting. Here is a picture of one flapping its wings.
We also saw gulls, but I wasn’t able to get a good picture as they were on the move.
Afterward, we came home and had drinks on the patio.
We all agreed it was a lovely way to celebrate a birthday.
In a previous post, I wrote about how we were being bothered by yellow jackets, a type of wasp common in Maine. They were buzzing the hummingbird feeders. They were buzzing us. No fun at all.
Sadly, we took down the hummingbird feeders. This took care of yellow jackets terrorizing the hummingbirds, but they still continued to pester us. Online, we read a tip about drawing away yellow jackets by putting sugar water in a bowl and setting it some distance from where you sit.
Easy enough, and that’s exactly what we did.
I am happy to report that this plan is working beautifully. The yellow jackets are so drawn to the bowl of sugar water that they leave us alone. Japanese beetles and ants are also attracted to it, and it seems that many of them can’t figure out how to eat without drowning. Every day, there is a collection of insect corpses—including yellow jackets—and the dish must be emptied, cleaned and refilled.
No matter. Cleaning and refilling the dish doesn’t take long, and it’s wonderful to sit on the patio and not have to worry about being stung by a yellow jacket.
As for the hummingbirds…the bee balm is still in bloom, providing plenty of nectar for those little Wills-o’-the-wisp.
In a week or so, we might put up one of the feeders to see what happens. We’ll see.
In the meantime, no pesky yellow jackets and hummingbirds that are getting what they need.
Late afternoon, when we sit on the patio, we hear their gentle scratching as they look for tasty tidbits at the edge of the woods. We raise our glasses to the chickens: Get those ticks!
Another Wednesday, and another episode of my podcast, Tales from the Other Green Door. In “Iris’s Flash,” Episode 6 of the story “The Wings of Luck,” Iris has a premonition of things going horribly, horribly wrong.
Finally, on another subject…for some reason known only to the WordPress gods, I have not been getting email notices of new posts from all my lovely blogging friends. When Clif and I checked the settings on WordPress, we noticed that the box for receiving email notices was not ticked. Why? Who knows? As far as I can remember, I did not go to that setting and untick the box. Anyway, the box is now ticked, and I hope I will resume getting email notices. Fingers, toes, and everything else crossed because for me this is the best way of keeping up with everyone’s blogs.
So far, April has been very kind to Mainers. The weather has been warm—at times downright hot—and the bugs have been few. The mud is pretty much gone. Accordingly, we have been diligently working on spring chores.
For our wood stove, we get blocks of wood delivered on pallets. Over the past two years, we have acquired quite a collection of them. Time for Handyman Clif to break out his hammer and saw and take them apart. Some of the wood will be used for projects, and some of it will be used in our fire pit when the kids come for a visit this summer.
As for me…my job is to rake the yard and clear the gardens.
Before, in the backyard.
However hard we work, we are never too busy to take a break on the patio and watch the fluttering beauties that come and go.
Somehow, I never get tired of taking pictures of cardinals. Part of me can’t believe that we actually have them in our backyard. Cardinals are relative newcomers to Maine, and Clif’s mother and my mother died before ever having a chance to view one of these lovelies. How I wish they had lived long enough to see them.
Here is the flashy male,
and his less flashy but still attractive mate.
We do have other birds visit us, including chipper little chickadees, our state bird.
And robins, which we actually don’t see that often. I think they like open areas better.
We have other birds visit us, too, and I will be ready with the camera to take picture of them.
Now, onward to the front yard!
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