Greetings dear ones at this lovely week's end.
It has been a quiet week for me, a busy one for Wally. And the Raven?
Well, what a time he is having with the crows as they gang up on him.
Still he manages to come over to his favoured feeding ground behind our house
and duck the crows as they aerial raid him.
The amount of dive bombing was becoming obsessive so I went out to investigate
and the crows scattered.
With the drama apparently over, I amused myself in the garden for a while,
here with the peach blossoms, Forget-Me-Not Cabin in the background
A berry bush, possibly blueberry, is blooming
The Cherry Tree is having a riot of blossoms
so fabulous up close
The Harelson Apple tree is budding
In the lawn, raspberries have seeded themselves
and what this mystery plant is in the lawn I don't know
though I do recognize the wild sorrel and plantain that have crowded out our grass
Every year a few wild roses grow in the lawn despite our mowing them,
such thorny things with the tiniest unscented rose flowers you ever saw
The Rhubarb is coming along in the far corner of the cabin
and out back of the cabin, the giant wild rose threatens to take over.
This is where I photographed the song sparrow the other day.
I went back indoors when I noticed more kafuffle with the crows
and returned to sit out back of the cabin and record what was going on.
But as you can see by that lone dot in the sky it was too far to capture any detail
That wasn't the end of it, however, as this crow grew tired of the altercation
and came back across the field to rest in this tree behind the big wild rose
This unhappy bird with the hollow warble surprised me when I enlarge my photographs turning out to be a blue jay, our screechers!
It was every bit as upset with the crow as the crows are with the raven
and did its best to harass this crow that was too indifferent to join its mates across the field
harassing the raven.
The blue jay would fly at the crow
and then rest in the tree behind him, making that hollow warbling sound
a tight turn
then back again
too close for comfort this time
I have to admit the opportunity to photograph all these flight formations
is partly why I'm showing you so many pictures
Eventually its mate gave the little guy on the right a break and tried her had at this, for them,
Finally the crow flew off and all I got was this "adieu" from the jay
So now I could look around me: Creeping Charlie everywhere. It's ruining our grass.
It's gorgeous violet colour you can see in the last photo of today's post, but for some reason, my camera hates violet up close.
The pretty forget-me-nots spread right into the field
I love their old fashioned simplicity
And what's this? Pink ones! Up close of course.
In reality a blossom is smaller than the size of a petal in this enlargement
I'll leave you here. Wally is home for a few days and has started his holiday with a cold, poor guy.
He's nursing a ginger, honey and lemon tea for his sore throat as I write this, so I'll carry on with my duties. A pleasant weekend to you.