||[Mar. 23rd, 2013|04:32 pm]
It has been snowing all day. Up until mid-afternoon it was also thawing but then the temperature dropped below freezing and it stopped. Ailz doesn't care to go out in this weather and I have no reason to so we're effectively snowed in.|
Alice skyped this us morning. She'd been meaning to go to her mother's in Brum and have her mother and her partner take Ivy off her hands for a bit but she's snowed in too- and J is away from home. I played the xylophone for Ivy and clapped my hands and sang nursery rhymes and waved Iggle-Piggle in front of the lens and Al said this was almost as good having a baby sitter in. Ivy waved and clapped as if I were there in the room.
The birds deserted the feeders when it was spring but now that it's winter again they're back. I've seen a wren and some great tits and a pair of blackbirds and a dunnock- along with the ever-faithful pigeons and starlings and sparrows.
We have some snow today as well! Something about that I find so charming, that we can talk to each other through these amazing machines and discover that we are both having the same weather, nearly half a world away.
And most of the time we take these miracles for granted.
You obviously have a future in television. The BBC might run short of children's presenters, and they are just up the road in Salford.
"So what can you do, Poliphilo?"
"I play the xylophone."
"Care to give us a tune?"
"A tune? I don't know any of those. I just sort of bang it. Very popular it is with the under-ones..."
We have every kind of sparrow--and most of them have become very chubby lunching at the feeder. We have purple finches and chickadees and once in a great great while, we get Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal. Juncos perch on the branches and flutter around, but the sparrows are so thick at the feeder and they are so shy--they don't get to the feeder much. A big hawk perches in the oak tree in the side yard looking for a plump bunny from time to time. And I can hear bluejays in the morning, but they haven't been where I can see them yet. Oh, and the mourning doves come to eat up what the greedy little sparrows knock on the ground. Yesterday I saw a small woodpecker in the tree in the front yard.
A very very fat squirrel also shinnies up the pole and works hard to grab a sunflower seed or two before over extending and falling off.
Edited at 2013-03-25 05:56 am (UTC)