Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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The orioles are back!

Historically the orioles (bright orange migrating birds) come back to my feeder from their winters in South America about (and almost always ON) May 5th.

I would like to announce my arrival, lady!

This year people were reporting them returning to their yards in lower Michigan at the end of April. So I put my oriole feeder out then. And then I waited. Every day I thought “this will be the day.”

Have you filled my royal feeder with my royal jelly?

And suddenly it was. My first sighting was May 1st and I was very excited. He was extra hungry and between him and the house finches I started going through a lot of jelly. Of course I didn’t mind at all.

Wrong feeder

Today I figured out there are actually two males. And possibly two females now. Though today I saw a picture online by a bird photographer who does a lot of educating with her images. She said her photograph was probably a young male, perhaps last years youngster. She said they look like females but have more black on them, like a male.

Ahhhh…this is more like it.

So now I’m considering that the two ‘females’ I’ve had might just be last year baby boys. That would make sense, as the males always arrive first.

A female? Or a young male? I think young male.

Either way the four of them have been at the feeder all day, every day since at least the 5th. AND I also get hummingbirds the next day (the 6th) of May, and a rose breasted gross beak!

Ahem….what have you planned for MY dinner?

The hummers and the gross beak arrived a day late, but I was just as happy to see them.

I hope she has safflower seed for me. That’s my favorite.

I don’t have an image of the male hummingbird yet, he’s very skittish. But the gross beak has always been something of a photo hog. He’s not skittish at all, as long as you move slowly. And your dog doesn’t bark.

But hey, grape jelly might be better!

The same day that the gross beak and the hummer arrived I saw a catbird, also a migrating bird that isn’t here in the winter.

Hey! Don’t be so grumpy. It’s OK to share a little of your royal jelly.

And across the street in the pond was an egret. Though my pictures of that bird are just bad. I always have trouble with the bright white of egrets. I know I’ll have more opportunities so I’ll wait until I get a better image before I share.

Catbird, not an oriole.

BUT, I have to say that the 5th and 6th were very big bird days in and around my yard!

Red bellied woodpecker also likes grape jelly.

All the photos here were taken through a window, working through reflections and grime. But I didn’t care, I was just thrilled to see them all.


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A forced vacation!

Penny here! Boy I thought I’d never get back online and all of my fans would wonder forever what happened to me! Cause you know a little bit about the adventures my folks have been on, but I’m sure you were worried about me too. Right? Right???

You WERE worried, right?

Well at first mom and dad figured since I’m a big girl I could stay at home alone and mom would get home often enough to walk me and more importantly feed me. But once they were fully immersed in their adventure they realized they needed help, so one of our nice neighbors, Mr. Mike, came to the house and took me for walks.

He did that all weekend. I was cool with that cause I like Mr. Mike, and because sometimes he brought his dog Oliver along. Oliver and I are in love. (Don’t tell Oliver, but I have lots of boyfriends that I’m in love with.)

Then on Monday mom took me to go see my dog mom, Vivian, and her bestie Olivia, and my niece Sara and my mama S!

I can’t wait to see everybody!

I just love visiting there, Sarah and I play nonstop. Mom says I instigate a lot of the play and that I’m a little stinker but mama S. says I’m a perfect little girl who fits right in.

I don’t think my mom is fooled.

That’s my dog mom, Vivian, on the left and my niece Sarah on the right!

I was happy to be there, but then I turned around and my mom was gone! I couldn’t find her anywhere! And even though I love to visit I still want my mom. I’d wait by the door every evening hoping mom would come get me.

I was there all week and over another weekend and half way through the next week! Heck, when Mom finally decided she’d come get me I’d almost forgotten about her.

At the dog park I told those big dogs off. Cause they were on the other side of the fence.

Still, I was glad to be going home and so was a little confused when we stopped at a dog park and mom let me run and run and run. She said she wanted me to get all the antsy out of my system cause I was going on another adventure.

I like to contemplate life while I’m exploring.

And I ended up at my kennel! What the heck mom! I hadn’t even seen daddy yet! But it’s a nice kennel and I don’t mind being there. I followed the girl to the back without even looking at mom.

I do that cause I know it hurts her feelings.

Whatever, mother.

I should have been a bit more compassionate because mom says she felt terrible. But daddy was coming home from the hospital and he needed some time to get stronger before I was jumping all over him, so I had to stay at the kennel for four nights!

And finally, FINALLY, today mom came and got me and I was soooo excited that I barked and barked at her in the car and you know what she did?

I’m back at my park. Wonder what mom has up her sleeve this time?!

She stopped at the dog park and let me run and run and run until I wore myself out and then she took me home to see daddy who was very happy that everybody was finally at home.

I love to run, especially to mom who always has a treat!

And now we’re all going to get some sleep. I promised mom not to wake them up too early tomorrow morning. I hope I can keep that promise.

Mom really, REALLY hopes so too.


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Experimenting with flight

No, not my flight, though when I was young I did think I’d like to fly a plane, and when I was even younger I used to dream that I could fly like a bird.

This is the scene from the window and what I had to shoot around.

No, this morning I put some peanuts in the flat feeder, and that quickly brought in my merry band of noisy bluejays. I swear they sit up in the trees and wait for me to fill the feeders. They always arrive immediately and with great fanfare.

Trying to focus on the bird among the branches.

And while I was standing at the window, watching them come and go in the morning light, I realized I could try to capture their flight. They were much too busy hogging the peanuts to notice me.

He has 3 peanuts in his beak and more in his throat. But he’s not really in focus.

You need a very short shutter speed to stop those wings in mid-flight, at least 1/2000 per second. If there is sunlight that’s easier to accomplish.

Coming and going.

I took 84 images before the sun was hidden by the clouds of the latest incoming storm front. Out of that barely a handful are passable. But I learned a lot and some day I will try again.

My favorite image.

I’m sharing them with you now, because bluejays, no matter the fact they are obnoxious, are truly beautiful.

Beauty in motion.

Even if they are little pigs.


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Visitor

I haven’t seen one of these in my yard in years. But yesterday afternoon she arrived.

My first glimpse of this female pileated woodpecker.

And she wasn’t here very long, just checking out the stumps of trees we had to cut down.

She posed for me for an instant.

And then she was gone.

It’s just pure luck I happened to look outside while she was here. And that my camera was next to me when I did.

I’m outta here!”


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A night on Broadway

My local community band played our annual fundraising concert last night. We hosted 200+ people at a spaghetti dinner/concert. This year our theme was A Night on Broadway, with all of the music centered around Broadway shows.

Our program cover.

We upped the number of tickets available from last year’s 150 to 200, not really expecting we’d sell them all. But we did. We sold out several days before the concert. And more people were asking for tickets.

Setting up for the musical dinner party.

People that waited to purchase a ticket ended up with a seat but no meal. We only bought enough food to feed 200 people, and only had that much room at tables. They sat in chairs along the perimeter of the church gym where we played. I think there were about 30 people sitting in chairs.

People getting settled before the music began.

It was a lot of work getting the space ready for the concert. Most of the band members arrived at 4 to set up tables, chairs and the silent auction. We warmed up from 5 to 6, and then opened the doors. There was a line of people waiting patiently…and the room quickly filled up.

Me and my clarinet neighbor.

It’s an entirely different experience to play in a crowded room, to have people sitting (and eating spaghetti) only feet away. But it’s a great experience that I wish everyone could have. Applause bouncing off of cement walls seems louder. The music even seems bigger. And mistakes seem to disappear into the cloud of music rising into basketball backboards.

Some of our silent auction baskets. We had 75 of them.

If you’ve ever played music from a Broadway show you’ll know it’s not easy. And when you put snippets of a bunch of different songs from a show into one piece of music, well, there’s all sorts of opportunities to play something wrong. Transitions between songs within a piece are one of the hardest things to do, and our concert Friday was full of them.

Our vocalist for Moon River is also the principal percussionist.

I think I made about 64,852 errors. Sometimes I stopped paying attention, listening to the music, and lost track of where we were. Other times I missed a key signature change even though while practicing I’d circled them with dark pencil. Once I even came in a measure early. I was not alone. There were plenty of errors, but the audience didn’t seem to care. The music was all fun, most of it was stuff they knew, maybe even from shows they’d seen.

Everyone was in a wonderful mood, and it was a lot of fun.

The clarinet section.

But boy am I glad this one is over. An entire concert of show music was intimidating enough. Adding the organization and coordination of a dinner for 200 people on top of it? Nearly impossible.

But we pulled it off for the second year in a row. It was fun, despite all the work. A few band members I’ve talked to today, the day after, have said they’re tired and mostly hanging out on the sofa, relieved to have it done.

I concur. But I look forward to next year’s event too.

This season’s last concert is scheduled for May, where we’ll be playing music in tribute to the 250th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. It will be a totally different type of concert, and we hope that all 200+ guests at Friday’s dinner will come to the high school for a free celebration.

If you live around here I hope you’ll come too.


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Filling in

Penny here. I’m filling in for my mom who seems to be very busy. She and daddy are gone a lot during the day and I’m left to guard the house.

Let me show you around Penny’s Park!

I will tell you that I am a very fierce guard dog — if I’m on the other side of a door. If someone, say the cleaning lady, comes through the door, well, I’m just a happy puppy that needs to get her head rubbed.

I can’t help it. I’m adorable.

Running in my park is one of my favorite things to do!

Anyway, mom and I haven’t been to dog school in a couple weeks. I don’t know when we’ll be back in school. Mom even missed some band, and there’s a concert (so she tells me) this coming Friday!

We had a beautiful day for a walk at my park!

I don’t know, the folks seem entirely disorganized at the moment. I think I’m going to have to give them a stern talking to. I’m sure they’ll shape up if I can get them to focus on me.

After all. I AM the most important dog in this household!

Just because all the snow melted doesn’t mean we’re out of the woods. (Hee hee, see what I did there?)

Mom did take me to my park this week. We call it Penny’s Park because mom didn’t take my sister Katie there very often. Mom says that’s because she didn’t discover it until Katie was pretty old, and it’s very hilly.

It got pretty windy, even in the woods.

I don’t think my sister will mind that this one is named after me. We still call her parks Katie’s Park and Katie’s Park II. I wish she and I had been able to walk in our parks together.

Mom and I worked on my “STAY!” I aced it of course.

Anyway, after a long walk in my park I decided a nap in my dad’s lap was just the ticket. Lucky for me my dad obliged.

Dreaming about my next adventure.

Talk later, your substitute hostess, Pretty Penny, park explorer extraordinaire.


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It’s been a long time, Kensington

Last week I jumped at the chance to visit Kensington on one of our only blue sky days. It had been a long time, and I was hoping the birds were hungry even though I got out there a little later in the day than I like. But, instead of me telling you about it, let me just show you. You know it’s all about the birds….right?

A sandhill crane sunbathing and not wanting to be disturbed. So I didn’t get close. A long lens helps.

I found the red-headed woodpecker at his usual corner. Wonder if there’s going to be a nest in there this spring?

Meanwhile the little birds were definitely hungry. This is a titmouse. They are so cheeky.

A bluejay keeps a careful watch for any spillage.

I did spend a lot of time with my hand out hoping to entice the bluejay or the woodpeckers down for brunch.

The male downy woodpecker was interested…but uncertain.

The titmouse is never uncertain.

He got brave.

The squirrel enthusiastically enjoyed his treat.

A chickadee bops in between titmice.

And watching it all is a male red-belly woodpecker. Who really wants a snack but doesn’t want to get too close.

Though he works his way down from the tree to get a little closer, keeping his eye on me.

Meanwhile the little birds fly in and out, grabbing snacks on the go.

And right next to the path, last year’s young sandhill crane is poking around in the mud of a stream.

Under the watchful eye of mom and dad. They were both just a bit further up the stream. And they knew exactly where I was.

The red-belly supervises it all, including me, from his safe place.

Brunch continues with a titmouse grabbing a shelled peanut.

Would hunger make this guy brave?

Yes!

Coming in for a landing.

Pursuing the buffet.

He makes his selection…

…and he’s off!

Now there was a bit of a traffic jam. Notice the chickadee wing shadow on the downy woodpecker’s chest.

The woodpecker won, but the chickadee will be back, see him behind the woodpecker?

Taking his snack with him.

The red-belly is happy with his score.

But wait! Who is this? A FEMALE red-belly waits for a snack of her own.

The chickadee tells her off, he’s been displaced once too often already.

She waits patiently.

But it’s time for me to leave all this drama behind. I move on, leaving seed on the path for everyone to share.

Will I see any more birds on the rest of my walk. Well…of course…but they were birds of a different feather. They’ll show up in this blog soon I’m sure. They’re kind of pushy.