Enjoying the sounds of the trees and my feathered friends.
Trying to ignore the drag racers screaming up and down the Pike.
Listening to the low rumble of freight trains.
The urgent whoosh of the Metro trails on their tracks.
The longer, steady chug of the passenger trains.
I mowed the yard yesterday. I expected to see the brigade of Robins hunting the fresh buffet for bugs and worms. But they’ve been absent today. My feeder is full of sparrows and mourning doves.
I share a deep love for the Mourning Doves as they seem large and unsure of themselves as I have as I went through life. Never quite sure if I could perch on a feeder. Or if I could get my head into find the seeds.
The highlight of today though was the Northern Flicker.
I’ve seen Downy and Red-bellied woodpeckers before. But this was a new bird for me. It’s exciting to see a new friend come to the neighborhood.
I got Moderna #2 on Monday. Yesterday, I felt wiped out. I can best describe it as the flu with a touch of dementia. I couldn’t find words. My brain was foggy. Everything ached. I laid around all day half-watching things on Netflix. Today, I took the day off to fully recover before leaping back into the stress of work. I spent the morning listening to poodcasts and taking a photo walk around my favorite lake. Then I went to Brookside Gardens, and took more photos of the beautiful flowers there. It was a superb day that I desperately needed.