wordsfromanneli

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Crossbill

The red crossbill (Loxia curvirostra) is one of six species of crossbill, three of which are found in North America. I was surprised to find out they belong to the finch family. Their crossed bills are especially helpful in picking out the seeds in the cones of spruce, pine, and Douglas fir trees. A few summers ago I had a pair of them come down from the firs to visit my birdfeeder and I was able to get some photos.

Their feet are also rather unique. It’s almost as if they are what we would call “pigeon toed,” turning inward slightly so they have a parrot-like walk.

The photo below reminds me of those hidden pictures they have in children’s puzzle books. Find the female crossbill hiding in the rhodo.

*Hint: It’s near the middle.

 

They didn’t stay long. Maybe they were on their way to somewhere on a holiday and just stopped here for a few days. I wish they would come back. I loved having them here.

Come out of hiding, Lady Love,

Enjoy this feast with me,

I’ll watch for danger from above,

So we can quickly flee.

 


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Tough Little Tony at the Beach

“What the heck is that I see,

Over near the shore?

Looks like twice the size of me,

Should I check some more?”

 

 

“Found some courage after all,

Show I’m not afraid,

If in trouble, I will call,

For my family’s aid.”

 

Tony lived across the street from us. He had a good long life there. For a while now, he has been reminiscing about his happy life and looking down on us all from doggie heaven. He is missed a lot.


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Hungry Heron

It seems that herons spend a lot of time standing on one leg with their neck pulled in. This guy looks like a grandpa with his hunched over posture and his beard.

Most likely, though, while he soaks up some rays of sunshine, he is thinking about where his next meal will come from. He is quite capable of standing perfectly still, conserving his energy.  He will step off his rock patio when he gets hungry and stalk that frog he’s been watching. The frog will most likely think the heron is just another rock or a shrub of some sort because it hasn’t moved in so long.

 

“No, please don’t spear me,” Froggie cries,

“My life has been so short.”

“But, Fred, you’re lunch,” the heron sighs,

“I don’t do this for sport!”

 

“Whatever shall I tell my wife,

When I’m not home on time?

It seems so cruel to take a life,

In fact, it is a crime.”

 

 

“I’ll tell you what,” the heron said,

“You need to eat as well.

Don’t worry. Eat some flies instead,

And I’ll just wait a spell.”

 

 

As Freddie Frog lapped up the flies,

The heron quick and able,

Got ready to ignore his cries,

And speared him for his table.

 

**Photo by Sonia from her visit to the George C. Reifel Migratory Bird Sanctuary in Delta, B.C.


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Trafalgar Square

There’s Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson on his horse presiding over the square named in honour of the Battle of Trafalgar, which the British won in 1805.

Four lions guard the nearby 145 ft. 3 in.-tall Corinthian-style column (not pictured here) that supports a statue of Nelson at the top.

According to Wikipedia, Edwin Landseer, the sculptor of the bronze lions, is said to have used as a model, a lion that had died at the zoo, but it took him so long to get the pre-sculpting sketches done, that the model lion was beginning to decompose. It is said that the paws of the lions look more like cats’ feet than lions’ paws. I guess he should have worked faster.


The square is a popular tourist attraction, just a short walk from Charing Cross Station in Central London. At the time of this photo, cameras (real ones) were popular among tourists. I didn’t see a single person with a cell phone. At the time, they had only been invented four years earlier.

And the pigeons! I think there’s a good chance that the woman in the checkered skirt, on the left of the photo, had to wash her red top after having pigeons roosting on her shoulders and arms. I suppose the birds were fun to feed, but nowadays when we hear so much about bird flu, I wonder how wise it is to spend time so close to so many birds.  Those poor birds! – Walking around in each other’s droppings as they eat the questionable food the tourists throw their way.

The birds were discouraged from coming there sometime after 2000.  Whether we approve of the methods or not, anti-pigeon wires and regular visits by Harris hawks were used. It is now illegal to feed the pigeons at Trafalgar Square.

What do you think? Is it a good idea to let pigeons congregate in such numbers? People are obviously enjoying them, but….

 


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Hurry up and Hide

On this rural road, I came upon a doe and two fawns. Yes, there is a second fawn in front of the one that is obvious. I had to count legs. Either there were two fawns, or one fawn had more than four legs.

Over her shoulder, the doe lowed to the fawns, “Hurry! This way!”

“Get into the thicket here while I distract them.”

And as I drove past very slowly I saw that there was already a well-worn deer crossing and path down into a property  thick with shrubs and trees.

Not much concerned when cars come by,

Their courage doesn’t fail,

The fawns melt through the thicket high,

And fade into the trail.


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Ladybug’s Lunch

When children see me they will stop,

They know that I don’t bite,

I climb their fingers to the top,

They watch as I take flight.

 

I fly around the scenery

And land on shrubs to eat,

I never bite their greenery,

Preferring to eat meat.

 

The aphids, mites, and insect eggs,

All make a lovely lunch,

Those tiny pests with many legs,

Are yummy when they crunch.

 

 

I’m loved in gardens, and I eat

Those nasty bugs that hide,

I keep the shrubs alive and neat,

No need for pesticide.

 


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Laughing Pup

*Note  –  I apologize for using this same photo of Emma again, but I really love it (because I love her so much). Emma is 11 years old now and is still “the best.”  Also, I wanted to mention that I do have four fingers and a thumb. One finger is just tucked in.

 

There once was a puppy who laughed,

Whose owner was equally daft,

She told the pup jokes,

That she’d heard from some blokes,

Then both of them rocked fore and aft.