The other day I was weeding in my front
garden and something flew out and startled
me.
It landed on the top of the bush. So I went and
got my little Kodak which I always take out with
me when gardening.
Lucky for me that it just stood there for a long
time.
I really love the colors - the tan, beige and the
blues - it reminded me of a peacock.
So pretty!
The front - face and legs reminds me of a spider.
I looked it up on google and found what the
name of it is - Polyphemus Moth.
This is one reason that I don't mind weeding -
I always seem to find something new to learn.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Baby Robin
As I was coming up my walk the
other day; I spotted a little
bird running in my flower bed.
I went to take a closer look
and he ran under the Spirea bush.
I thought he was hurt.
Last night while weeding I spotted
him again; only to my surprise he
was in the small fir tree - just
sitting there.
I asked him if he was hurt (o;
He didn't appear to be scared of
me; so I grabbed my camera and took
a photo.
I hope that it's not hurt in any
way - he would make an easy prey -
which made me sad.
other day; I spotted a little
bird running in my flower bed.
I went to take a closer look
and he ran under the Spirea bush.
I thought he was hurt.
Last night while weeding I spotted
him again; only to my surprise he
was in the small fir tree - just
sitting there.
Small Robin - Kodak - 2014 |
He didn't appear to be scared of
me; so I grabbed my camera and took
a photo.
I hope that it's not hurt in any
way - he would make an easy prey -
which made me sad.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
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