The Hermit Thrush (happy ending!)
A few months ago, I found a Hermit Thrush sitting on a stoop in front of a doorway. There is a tall, thin window and it is shady (no sun reflections on the window) so I figure that it probably ran into it as it looked perfectly clear and the people in that office are overly fastidious when it comes to window cleaning. :S I have only ever heard them before, hence the "hermit" in their name. They have some of the most beautiful song! Walt Whitman was moved to write about them.
It was a rather perilous place to be and it looked freaked out so I endeavored to collect it and set it someplace out of the way where nobody would accidentally run into it. It perked up when I gathered it up, started making noises, and looking around curiously which was encouraging since it had been rather quiet on the stoop. But once I set it down it looked a bit anxious again and was breathing heavily so I sat with it for awhile and gently stroked the back of its neck til it relaxed a bit. This seems to work with owls and parrots so I thought it was a worth a try. It rested for a bit before flying off, hopefully avoiding future windows.
Aside from that I've been spending my weekend so far reading, mostly about Celtic culture/myths and the Fairy Faith.
It was supposed to be HOT so I took advantage of the cooler morning to sit outside with my tea, a book, and a hand written journal. I saw big, black Carpenter bees, three types of butterfly/moth, and a few dragon flies flitting about. And a possum. Don't usually see them in broad daylight! There were also some juvenile crows around. The students have Finals next week so it was very, very still apart from the critters.
There are supposed to be more thunder showers around this evening. Ooh! There were thunderclaps last night and some flashes. I always get unreasonably excited at the prospect of rain storms. My weather app has this silly little rhyme tucked in the middle of their Special Weather Statement which I have never heard of:
When thunder roars, go indoors!
o_O
Really? I used to do the opposite when I was a kid (where it thundered all the time). It's not like I was running about in an open field clutching a five iron, mind you. I would be some place sheltered if it was right overhead but I loved the smell and the sounds and the flashes. I could never understand why the children in The Sound of Music were frightened of thunderstorms. Even our cat was like "whatever", but he was sort of unusual. I suppose if you're born some place where it regularly occurs, you don't view it as terribly scary. Then again, we never had the threat of tornadoes. A black sky would definitely put me off then.
Angry Cat
This entry was also posted at http://ivybellis.dreamwidth.org/161012.html.
It was a rather perilous place to be and it looked freaked out so I endeavored to collect it and set it someplace out of the way where nobody would accidentally run into it. It perked up when I gathered it up, started making noises, and looking around curiously which was encouraging since it had been rather quiet on the stoop. But once I set it down it looked a bit anxious again and was breathing heavily so I sat with it for awhile and gently stroked the back of its neck til it relaxed a bit. This seems to work with owls and parrots so I thought it was a worth a try. It rested for a bit before flying off, hopefully avoiding future windows.
Aside from that I've been spending my weekend so far reading, mostly about Celtic culture/myths and the Fairy Faith.
It was supposed to be HOT so I took advantage of the cooler morning to sit outside with my tea, a book, and a hand written journal. I saw big, black Carpenter bees, three types of butterfly/moth, and a few dragon flies flitting about. And a possum. Don't usually see them in broad daylight! There were also some juvenile crows around. The students have Finals next week so it was very, very still apart from the critters.
There are supposed to be more thunder showers around this evening. Ooh! There were thunderclaps last night and some flashes. I always get unreasonably excited at the prospect of rain storms. My weather app has this silly little rhyme tucked in the middle of their Special Weather Statement which I have never heard of:
When thunder roars, go indoors!
o_O
Really? I used to do the opposite when I was a kid (where it thundered all the time). It's not like I was running about in an open field clutching a five iron, mind you. I would be some place sheltered if it was right overhead but I loved the smell and the sounds and the flashes. I could never understand why the children in The Sound of Music were frightened of thunderstorms. Even our cat was like "whatever", but he was sort of unusual. I suppose if you're born some place where it regularly occurs, you don't view it as terribly scary. Then again, we never had the threat of tornadoes. A black sky would definitely put me off then.
Angry Cat
This entry was also posted at http://ivybellis.dreamwidth.org/161012.html.