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ferineTuesday, fairly early in the morning, mind you (8:30 am), my parents and I left to visit grandma at Boulder Manor again.
Holy cow! 20 birds of prey yesterday. 8 of them between my house and the post office on Old Brighton Road alone. Lots of red-tails close-up again, but many had their backs turned so I couldn't tell what they were, besides dark (brown? Gray? Probably various shades of brown.) An awesome puffed-up kestrel was in the same area as the two on Sunday, perched on telephone wire, intently scrutinizing the field below.
When we paused at the post office to collect our mail, on the way to Boulder, I was surprised by a sneaky, sudden flyover of some manner of bird of prey. My initial impression was of white. All white? White underbelly? White under the wings? I didn't have time to study it, so I'm not sure. I thought the wing tips curled up slightly -- but again, these were quick impressions. It swooped right over our parked car and landed in the next yard over. Unfortunately brush and trees blocked further view of it.
Dad returned with Swift's box in tow and talkstowolves' card.
Thank you for the kind words and lovely card, talkstowolves. And I completely agree with your assessment of the new Sherlock Holmes film. My parents and I saw it on Christmas and loved it very much. >:-)
Swift! Oh my goodness. The card, I take it, boasts one of your photographs?
It's gorgeous. A happy tree. The candle -- wow. I don't want to burn it because it's too cool looking. It smells really, really good. I love it so much. Thank you, m'dear. >:-)
Holy cow! 20 birds of prey yesterday. 8 of them between my house and the post office on Old Brighton Road alone. Lots of red-tails close-up again, but many had their backs turned so I couldn't tell what they were, besides dark (brown? Gray? Probably various shades of brown.) An awesome puffed-up kestrel was in the same area as the two on Sunday, perched on telephone wire, intently scrutinizing the field below.
When we paused at the post office to collect our mail, on the way to Boulder, I was surprised by a sneaky, sudden flyover of some manner of bird of prey. My initial impression was of white. All white? White underbelly? White under the wings? I didn't have time to study it, so I'm not sure. I thought the wing tips curled up slightly -- but again, these were quick impressions. It swooped right over our parked car and landed in the next yard over. Unfortunately brush and trees blocked further view of it.
Dad returned with Swift's box in tow and talkstowolves' card.
Thank you for the kind words and lovely card, talkstowolves. And I completely agree with your assessment of the new Sherlock Holmes film. My parents and I saw it on Christmas and loved it very much. >:-)
Swift! Oh my goodness. The card, I take it, boasts one of your photographs?
It's gorgeous. A happy tree. The candle -- wow. I don't want to burn it because it's too cool looking. It smells really, really good. I love it so much. Thank you, m'dear. >:-)
