After declaring the roads too icy to drive to church Sunday morning, I was just starting to relax when Bob called out from the kitchen, "Bring the camera!"Between twenty and thirty wild turkeys (Meleagris gallopavo) were in the yard. The camera and I had a great time.
The little birds, chickadees and tufted titmice, take sunflowers seeds from the feeders into this nearby evergreen to crack them and eat them. The turkeys feasted on dropped seeds.
With their normal food (acorns, seeds) buried under a foot of frozen slush (read about it here), we were delighted to give them a Sunday breakfast.
The male gobblers are four feet from head to tip of tail feathers. A very impressive bird.The females are a foot shorter, but still have plenty of meat.
See the "beard" growing out of his center chest? That's the easy way to tell this is a male. The females have a shorter beard.
Both genders are pretty birds in an ugly sort of way with their metallic iridescent feathers changing color with the angle and the light.
This guy must have noticed the lady in the window aiming something at him.No way to explain it was only a camera and he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted.
We kept the dogs in the house until the last turkey was out of the yard and out of sight in the woods across the street.
Wild turkeys can fly, but prefer to run when alarmed.A few of them had a problem getting out of the yard. They would approach the driveway at a right angle and run into the open gate. Instead of walking a few feet around the gate, they assumed it was an endless fence, and retreated back to the corner of the yard where they started. They repeated this over and over again, giving us the impression that Wild Turkeys are not the smartest of birds.
Today it's lightly snowing. There's about a half inch of new snow on the ice layer, making it less slippery.
For the first time in several weeks, I walked to the back of the property with Glory and Pappy.
Since I posted the
This week I waited until later in the day to take the Saturday Sky picture to see if the sky would lighten up a bit. You can see how well that plan worked.
This weather just invites bright, warm sock knitting. These are for me and I plan to have them on my feet before the 1 am storm begins.
Inspiration: Desire to alleviate the winter blahs.
The goldfinches are small birds, smaller than a sparrow. They turn olive green in the winter and return to gold in the spring.
There is a chickenpox scar on the bridge of my nose that looks like a bottomless hole.
None that I've ever been told about.
Pattern:
It was Monday evening and I was settled into my knitting spot wondering what to pick up. My mood was tired from shoveling and I wanted to knit something mindless but interesting.
Pattern: 66 stitch basic sock. Stitch pattern
Pattern:
I've figured out enough of the Japanese Knitting Pattern Book 250 (details on book
The sky is solid with snow clouds. The hazy look of the picture is how the camera recorded the snow dumping down out of the Saturday sky.
The Black-capped Chickadees (Parus atricapillus) are cute, tiny little birds about five inches long from head to tail tip.
The Chickadees sit in the nearby trees, pop into the feeder, grab a sunflower seed, and take it back to the tree to crack it and eat it.
Bob likes to put seed out on the brick sills. Most of the little birds, including the Chickadees, will fly in to grab one.
My favorite books of the Bible: Genesis, Ecclesiastes, Isaiah, Joel, Jonah, Matthew, John, Philippians, Revelation.
Today the sun is peeking through the trees in SW Michigan, but it's frigid cold outside (14 F/-10 C at lunch time) so we're enjoying the rays from indoors.
These tracks are nice, but they end here. What am I supposed to do now?
The rest of you can stay out here if like, but I'm going home.
Almost to the creek. Then over the bridge, across the back yard, up the stairs, and into the house.
That was exhausting.
As soon as I got home, I sat down and ordered a set of
It was knowing the new Options needles were in the mail that inspired me to get the Frode sleeves done. When the needles arrived, I was ready to cast on my third big kids sweater for the
The other project on the needles is Son John's birthday socks.
I'm sure this stitch pattern is in a book somewhere, but I just charted out a ribbing pattern I thought would look good for a man's sock.
Done, washed, dry, and ready to pack in the box for the next CIC shipment.
Shamrock is four ply yarn. This color, MacNamara, has three plies of solid dark teal. The fourth ply is variegated white and light teal.
Mostly cloudy today with moments of blue sky peeking through, but not often and not in this picture.
For most of the day it's been gently snowing.
Glory is sure there are some rabbits taking shelter in this thicket.
Warm reds, all shades of blue, all shades of purple/violet.
At doggy school we had a running joke about trading some of our strong willed pets for a week and filming the results for a canine reality show.
If the beautiful, intricate stitch patterns available in Japanese are any indication, the Japanese are having more fun knitting than the English speaking world.
Most of the pages in the book are like the page on the right, showing a swatch and its chart.
Interested?
If we're talking yarn, it could be called a "blue winter". It wasn't planned. It just happened.
There are many deer around, but they don't come to the bird feeders. They love the paths that DH mows in the back three acres and I see their footprints daily. Sometimes we surprise them on our first morning walk and it's a beautiful sight to see them run for the woods with their white tails bobbing.
Pattern:
I grabbed the Bretton and a leftover wad of Opal Cool Ocean 226, and used them together to get a worsted weight gauge and a very pretty dark blue tweedy looking pair of snuggly warm socks. For me.
The official temperature at the Kalamazoo airport last night - not the windchill, but the actual temperature - was 15 below zero (F).
No, this is not a bad picture.
This is my Saturday Sky picture taken at 10:30 am this morning on a very abbreviated dog walk.
Glory has lived through eleven winters and she knows eventually they go away.