Thursday, February 21, 2019

Squirrel Appreciation Day was 1/21/2019 (Throwback Thursday)


It is has been one month since the official date for 2019's Squirrel Appreciation Day occurred but it's not necessary to wait for such a holiday or for it to be Squirrel Awareness Month, which occurs in October) to appreciate this animal! These creatures are fascinating to observe at any time of the year.

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Snow Day


We had a snow day in NYC today, but the accumulation wasn't much as evidenced by the snow atop my "water cooler" for birds (featured in the photo atop this entry). But the snowfall was enough to deter most birds from visiting my garden! Therefore, it was especially nice to have the company of a lone downy woodpecker on this snow day and his singing in the snow all the more cheerful for your truly.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

It's the 3rd Anniversary of Harper Lee's Death

IMAGE CREDIT

I posted something early this morning for my Tuesday's Truths series, but don't want the day to pass without paying homage to Harper Lee on this third anniversary of her death. The photo atop my entry is from one of her obituaries. Rarely is the time I encounter blue jays or mockingbirds and not think of her novel, To Kill A Mockingbird. 

Some Facts Re Male Wood Ducks (ETC) Tuesday's Truths WK 114


Hello and welcome to Segment 114 of my Tuesday's Truths series. In this post I'll be telling you (along with other points of interest) some cool facts re Wood ducks, the bird type featured in the image atop this entry, who seemed to be giving me the stare (or glare) when I saw him in Central Park this past Friday.

Monday, February 18, 2019

Monday's Memo: It's Presidents' Day 2019


This is (for the most part) a repost of an entry here on Blogger from a Presidents' Day in bygone years sand it includes is a "copy" of an excerpt from a letter that the writer E.B. White wrote to Gluyas Williams in 1971, the year the holiday of celebrating George Washington's birthday with Abraham Lincoln's was created.

Prior  to this both president's birthdays were celebrated on their days of birth, February 12th and February 22nd. In 1971 GW's celebration was moved from 2/15 to the third Monday in February (as was Lincoln's). E.B. White wrote a letter (as mentioned in the first paragraph) in response to this, an excerpt is posted below.

"I am not used to celebrating Washington’s birthday on the 15th of February (or in today's case Fenbruary 18th), so I walked up early this morning and deposited letters in our mailbox. Then had to return and retrieve them an hour later when it dawned on me the mails weren’t moving today, even though George is still locked up tight in his mother’s womb and won’t emerge for a full week. This country is nuts. The only date I would like to see shifted is December 25th, which I would like shifted to February 29th, so that occurs only once every four years. This would have a profoundly beneficial effect on the nation and would set me back even course again." (The letter is included in an anthology, "Letters of E.B. White," and a picture of that book accompanies this entry.)

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Mary Oliver died one month ago today...



.... and in honor of this extraordinary woman, who reminds us (in her poem "Flare")
"....When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider
the orderliness of the world. Notice
something you have never noticed before,..."

I'm dedicating this post to her. I will confess that it doesn't take "loneliness stalking" to make me "Notice something (I) have never noticed before;" because it is in my nature to notice so called little things, but sometimes it takes a pair of eyes other than mine due to my challenges (understatement) with eyesight.

For instance this past Friday when I was in Central Park, where many were gathered around The Pond to snap pictures of the now famous Mandarin duck (he can be seen in the pictures atop this entry), I was talking with a woman (who identified herself as Becky) about the Mandarin and how his presence has brought so many people — from all walks of life — together.

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Mandarin Mania Continues (Saturday's Sequel)




In one of yesterday's entries here on Blogger, I featured a few of my photographs of the "famous" Mandarin duck who has been spending a lot of time by himself in Central Park (CP) since October of 2018. Because it was Single Awareness Day, I spoke about this duck's "willingness" to not have a mate/partner/significant other. After publishing that post, I was able to take a walk in CP.

Much to my joy, I came upon the Mandarin again (he was in The Pond near 59th/60th) and I was able to take more photos of him that highlight his other physical attributes. A few of my images are featured atop this entry.

Friday, February 15, 2019

Today is Single Awareness Day.





This morning of the day after Valentine's Day, I posted an entry re "wuv having no time," now here's another fact about the date of 2/15: It's Single Awareness Day! The aforementioned holiday is for those who are unattached, and without a significant other. It is celebrated the day after Valentine's Day. Additionally, HI (Holiday Insights) states, "... if you are in between relationships, and without a significant other, you may feel left out."

I'm not naming names, but I do know of one who seems to be VERY OK without having a partner/mate/whatever and that is the Mandarin duck (the bird type featured in the pictures atop this entry) who has been spending time alone in NYC (mostly in The Pond within Central Park) since October.

Some of my images of this duck are in my collection on Fine Art America. All of them can be printed on an array of surfaces and make great gifts to remind folks that (among other things) it is ok to be alone.

"Wuv knows no time."


Today is the day after Valentine's Day and if you haven't had a chance to get the one you love a gift or send a greeting card, no worries! Earl's (the sweet pup in the Mutts comic strip atop this entry) has got this: "Wuv knows no time."

Thursday, February 14, 2019

It's Valentine's Day 2019!


Today is Valentine's Day 2019 and in some ways the holiday is for the birds because they take time to show their affection by giving total attention to one another; as evidenced by this pair of house finches who are atop the string lights which hang over my rooftop garden.

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Ophelia's (and a Northern Cardinal's) Note: "To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day"


I observed a pair of Northern cardinals this past weekend when I was walking through The Ramble in Central Park. Now, as I look at one of the pictures of them, I let my mind wander as to what they might be telling each other.  Perhaps because tomorrow is Valentine's Day, I thought of Ophelia's (from Shakespeare's Hamlet) quote upon studying the expression on the female's (bird at the top of this photo).

"To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, 
All in the morning betime, 
And I maid at your window, 
To be your Valentine. 
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes, 
And dupped the chamber-door; 
Let in a maid, that out a maid 
Never departed more."

I think you must admit, dear reader, that this female bird's non-verbal communication could be interpreted as a reminder/warning/hint for her mate to do something.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Charles Schultz died 19 YRs ago today. (Tuesday's Truths WK 114)


The cartoonist, Charles Schultz, died nineteen years ago today on February 12th in the year 2000.

He was 77 years of age. Now, as a small way of paying homage to him, in this 114th segment of my Tuesday's Truths series, I've posted a comic strip (Red and Rover) by Brian Basset.

Monday, February 11, 2019

In Memory of Ellen


Today marks the one month year anniversary of the passing of Ellen Rachel McConnell Blakeman who I met when we were both in the third grade, she can be seen in the image direcly above which was taken a few years ago.

The last time she and I spoke by phone was late January or maybe early February 2018. While we were talking I heard a lot crash and so did she. The noise was from gutters falling off of the building where I live and to this day they are still in the "yard" of a fellow tenant (as seen in the next picture).


I can certainly imagine what Ellen would say re that! I miss her very much, but I guess going forward, it is far better for me to focus on how Ellen lived her life than on the date of her passing.

But on this day, my thoughts are certainly with her mother (Bonnie); her sister (Martha), her sister in law (Susan McConnell); her brother (Douglas McConnell); as well as her son Bennett Paul, who she spoke about in our last convo.
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P.S. Some of you may recall that volume two of my three volume book series, Words In Our Beak, is dedicated to her.


Sunday, February 10, 2019

A Bird in my Hand...

 




The bird type featured in the photos atop this entry is a tufted titmouse who I came upon yesterday (he was one of many in within that variety that happened to be there) while walking in The Ramble section of Central Park. Temperatures were very bitter, especially with the windchill but I took off my gloves and put some black-oil sunflower seeds in my hand, as I know that, in cold conditions, tufted titmouses have been known to eat out of someone's bare hand.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Saturday's Sentiment Birds Watching


As you can see, The Mutts comic strip seen directly above, is created by Patrick McDonnell, whose strips have been discussed in many of my blog posts.

In fact, I've referenced this particular one in prior entries and it came to my mind again today as I was culling  photos that I've taken in bygone years in order to prepare for a new opportunity.

Friday, February 8, 2019

Friday's Fact: Valentine's Day is in SIX Days! (So Get Off the Fence)




Most everyone knows that "metaphorically, sitting on the fence is straddling the position between two ideas without committing to either of them."

And when I see various squirrel types "on the fence," in Central Park, it has prompted me to check out the idiom's origin.

Thursday, February 7, 2019

Thursday's Testimony: Confronting Shadows


Maybe because Groundhog Day 2019 has only recently passed, I've been a little obsessed with the topic of seeing/not seeing one's own shadow and am learning to confront mine as Carl Jung suggests everyone should do.

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

No posting today...


... due to an appointment with a neuro-ophthalmologist and because of the tests involved I may not be able to publish an entry until the weekend.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

It's the Chinese New Year of the Pig! (Tuesday's Truths WK 113)


On this first day of this Chinese Year of the Pig, I thought you would appreciate this passage (short) re Wilbur, the pig from Charolette's Web, a book by E.B. White:

"I worry about Fern. Did you hear the way she rambled on about the animals, pretending that they talked?' (Mrs. Arable the wife of Wilbur's owner speaking about her daughter to her husband.)

''Mr Arable chuckled. '''Maybe they do talk,''' he said. "I've sometimes wondered.

'''I don't think it's normal. You know perfectly well animals don't talk.''' (Mrs. Arable replied).

'''Maybe our ears aren't as sharp as Fern's," "Mr. Avery said."

I featured this passage within an entry here on Blogger a few years ago (2016) when I explained that Cam, the Northern cardinal who used to visit my (featured in the photo directly below, where she is in my garden) always believed that it is important for everyone of us to have sharp ears and she spent time taking care of hers!


Cam included her philosophy in her volume one of her book series, Words In Our Beak.

Monday, February 4, 2019

Birds of feather... (Monday's Memo)



This past Saturday while walking in Central Park, I came upon a fence where a house sparrow, a female Northern cardinal and a white-breasted sparrow were perching.

On a "neighboring" fence a lone tufted titmouse was hanging out with a couple of white-breasted sparrows. This is evidenced in the photos I took which are posted directly above this entry.

Seeing these different bird types spending time in each others company got me thinking about the origin of the idiom: Birds of a feather flock together.