This female house finch has just had a bath and is now looking for a snack on my brussels sprouts plants.
I did a post a while back about Daffy Dolls, the narcissus.
At that time (Feb. 1), only the stems were peeking up above the ground. No hint of flower buds yet.
Now, most of the buds have opened and are looking hopefully towards a beautiful spring. The daffodil is associated with hope and for this reason has become the emblem for the Canadian Cancer Society.
A second batch of daffodils is growing in a shadier location, and they, too, will bloom very soon.
The Daffodil’s Story
I’m named after Narcissus
Who lived so long ago,
He was pursued by misses,
But always told them “No.”
Narcissus was a beauty,
He loved himself so much,
No one was worthy of him,
His motto, “Look, don’t touch.”
One day beside the water,
He gazed into the pond,
And there he saw an image
Of which he was quite fond.
He looked upon perfection,
Desired it then and there,
But couldn’t make connection,
And that he could not bear.
From water to the boy,
Elusive was the image,
As if with him to toy.
It mirrored all his kisses,
Repeated smile and wink,
But touching brought on ripples
Each time he groped the drink.
At last in his frustration,
Narcissus, wanting more,
Fell in to try to catch him
And died there near the shore.
A nymph named Echo called him,
But he did not respond,
She only found a flower
A-floating on the pond.
Down at our local beach the other morning, these godwits were pecking in the soft shore mud. They look similar to sandpipers, but the speckled feathers and the slightly upward curve of the extra long bill say “godwit.”
The long bills are designed to probe the mud and sand for worms, molluscs, and all sorts of aquatic life.
There are several subspecies of godwits. I think these are marbled godwits. I’m not a bird expert, so if anyone can provide more info, I’m happy to hear it.
There is nothing religious about the name “godwit.” Supposedly, the bird was named for the sound it makes.
Did you know that godwits can sleep standing up?
They tuck their head behind the shoulder and stand on one leg and have a little nap. Sometimes I feel tired enough to sleep standing up. I understand resting my head, but standing on one leg? That’s asking for trouble.
There are many more kinds of shorebirds that look like these. It is a whole science in itself to learn to identify them. I heard one of the godwits talking:
I love to dabble on the beach,
Poke at worms within my reach,
A tiny shrimp, a mini clam.
I am a godwit, yes I am.
I stand on one leg for a nap,
I tell my friends, “Give me a tap.”
I’ll rest my head upon my shoulder.
Being with friends will make me bolder.
Then off we go to wade some more
All along the briny shore.
It’s a right fine restaurant,
Serving all the food I want.
Do come see me on the beach,
Don’t mind if I keep out of reach.
It’s safer for me keeping clear,
But visiting will bring us cheer.