wordsfromanneli

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Thankful on Thanksgiving Day

Since those unfortunate fat white turkeys have been raised in a domestic poultry setting, these wild turkeys have a lot to be thankful for every Thanksgiving Day. American Thanksgiving Day is on Nov. 28 this year. It’s still a few days away. Time for us to think about how blessed we are.

“Darlin’,” Mr. Turkey said,

“Sleep in trees or we are dead.”

 

“I see no coyote near,

Therefore, we have naught to fear.”

 

“But your night sight isn’t great,

Mildred learned that; she got ate.”

 

“You mean ‘eaten,’ don’t you love?

Fine, we’ll watch from up above.”

 

“Thank you, Lord, for common sense,

Otherwise, things could be tense.”

 

“We can roost up in a tree,

Count our blessings, you and me.”

 

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. And yes, let’s count our blessings. There are way more than you think.


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Queen Ellie’s Visit

Queen Ellie (alias Eleanor Rigby) and Hostess Emma in the family room.

 

The queen is on her throne today,

She’s not inclined to play,

While hostess Emma, sad to say,

Looks not so very gay.

 

 As Ellie plays at being queen,

Knows Emma won’t  be mean,

But still in Emma’s face is seen

Displacement in this scene.

 

But well done, Ladies, being friends,

As each the other tends,

For scraps gone by, they make amends

The friendship never ends. 

 

 


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The Proud King and his Timid Queen

The golden-crowned sparrow and his girl are having an adventure on the feeding station roof. They are observed from a distance by a fox sparrow and his  friend.

 

My golden crown means I am king,

It’s why I sit atop this thing.

Melodiously will I sing,

To celebrate the fall’s last fling.

Can anybody join you there?

You seem so high up in the air.

To be alone without a care,

Just doesn’t seem to be that fair.

But please, how do I get back down?

My happy face is now a frown,

I’m feeling foolish, like a clown,

My fear is negative renown.

Oh silly girl, just fly to me,

You’ve got two wings to flutter free,

A hero you don’t need to be,

If you come down I’ll marry thee.

Says foxy sparrow to his mate,

Such foolishness will not abate,

I’d marry you at any rate,

Just follow me and don’t be late.

 


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Crispin’s Dinnertime

What a grand winter home Crispin has!

His bedrooms are deep in the middle of the woodshed. You can see that the Scotchman (that pink float hanging on the left side) is still there. He hasn’t frayed quite ALL of the rope that’s holding it up … yet.

His kitchen and dining room are in the center of the house near the middle post. Zoom in if you want a better view of what’s cooking.

Lately it’s been the same old boring diet of walnuts, but at least they are pre-cracked to save on teeth.

Click on the video for a few shaky seconds of dinnertime.

Bon appetit!


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And so it Begins

Robbie Robin thinks of spring,

And the bounty it can bring,

In the lower elevation,

Life was like a long vacation.

 

Summer berries in the hills,

How delicious were these frills,

In the forests by the streams,

Food enough to fill his dreams.

 

 

 

Ah, but what’s that ridge of white?

Yes, it is a pretty sight,

But it means the days are chill, 

And he must come off the hill.

 

Food is scarce, the bugs are gone,

Must be time for moving on,

Back to lower, warmer climes,

And a few more happy times.

 

See my friends around my table,

Eating much as we are able,

Mountain ash is loaded full,

Grab the berries and just pull.

 

Oh, my heavens, see the snow,

I knew I was right to go,

One more feast on berries here,

Then I’ll say, “Goodbye, my dear.”


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The Lost Dress

My lovely dress of golden leaves 

Is tattered now, and worn,

The wind has warned – no more reprieves,

This time the leaves get shorn.

 

I hold on tight with all my might,

While gusts and gales rip past,

They tear my dress, and though I fight,

 I’m nearly bare at last.

 

I shiver and the last leaves quiver,

Hanging by a thread,

Until they loosen, blowing whither

They know not, and spread.

 

My golden dress is on the ground,

For all to trod upon,

And scuffing feet will swish it ’round,

While gusts blow ’til it’s gone.

 

 

 


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Cozy Winter Prep

It’s a changing season and the squirrels are feeling the need to make a warm, cozy nest to curl up in for those chilly winter nights. They have spent weeks harvesting hazelnuts for food and stashing them away. Now they are working on their next priority – shelter.

The rope you see the squirrel chewing on is holding up a float used in fishing to mark where a crab pot or a prawn trap is located under the water. Or it could be used as a bumper between boats that are tied up next to each other.

I don’t think the squirrel cares what the float was used for. It is only interested in the fuzziness of the rope, that makes it perfect for adding an insulating factor to the nest of dry leaves it has stashed away somewhere in the middle of the woodshed.

But how to get the rope away from the float? The squirrel has been working on it for days and days and days. It is almost ready to let go; only a few strands are left holding the fuzzy ball of rope to the rest of the line. Watch how he keeps rolling up the fuzzy fibers and pulling to try to get it to let go of the rope.

So far, it hasn’t worked. Just a few strands left to rip off. He’s pulling with all his might. It might be just a matter of more muscle.

He must be so frustrated. Watch his new trick where he approaches the problem from another angle. He’s quite the acrobat, holding on with his back feet.

Now you must be wondering if he ever got that piece of rope. Well, this morning when I went out to look, the fuzzy part he had chewed on was gone. The line holding up the float is getting thinner. One day both the squirrels and I will be surprised to see the float on the ground.


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A Lady of Leisure

My sister-in-law’s dog, a Coton de Tulear, would like to introduce herself to you.

 

Hi! My mom calls me Eleanor Rigby when she wants me to pay attention to her, but usually I’m just plain – well, not so plain, really – Ellie.

It’s been a trying day today,

No postman going by,

No other dogs came by to play,

And I will tell you why.

 

Today has been a holiday,

The businesses closed,

Most folks won’t go to work today,

And so for you I’ve posed.

 

I’m lying here on my day off,

Don’t need to do my job,

Of barking at each passing toff,

Or anyone who’d rob.

 

I take it easy on my couch,

That has my doggie throw,

My mistress surely is no slouch,

“A pillow? There you go!”

 

Oh, what a life this is for me,

There’s nothing that I lack,

I close my eyes and nap ’til three,

And then I’ll have a snack.

 


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Polly the Bore

This fungus is called phaeolus schweinitzii, or more commonly, Dyer’s polybore. It is also called velvet-top fungus, or pine dye polybore, or Polly, as I call it.

In my yard, it seems to come back every year in this same location, near the roots of a large fir tree that was felled several decades ago, and usually Polly has a “baby” nearby. It’s not a good fungus to have near your trees, as it will rot the roots and do a lot of damage to the tree.

The redeeming quality about Polly is that this fungus was used for making a dye to colour wool or other materials, hence the name Dyer’s polybore.

But definitely, do not try to eat it. Polly will make you very sick.

 

You can see the size of the fungus by comparing it to the fir cones nearby.

 

The photo above was taken a few days ago, but the ones below were taken last year in the same location. I thought it was interesting that it grew around blades of grass – or maybe the grass grew through the fungus. I’m not sure what the process was.

Last year, just like this year, a baby polybore was growing nearby.

Notice that the baby Polly in each case looks like its mother.

I wonder if Polly will show up again next fall.


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Planning Ahead

Remember us?

We’re all grown up now and we’ve learned all about getting ready for winter.

The hazelnuts are falling off the trees and it’s important to get as many as possible and hide them away for the winter.

But Anneli has raked up a whole bunch of the leaves and the first hazelnuts that fell because they’re mostly the bad ones. She’s put them in this wheelbarrow. But maybe she accidentally raked up some good ones. Better check out the wheelbarrow.

What do you think? Is it worth rummaging through all that debris in case there’s a good nut in there? Oh! Wait! I think I see a good one on the ground over there.

Ahhhhh, yes! This is more like it!

Nice of Anneli to share the hazelnuts, don’t you think? We’re not greedy. We’ve left her a handful.