Wednesday, July 19, 2017
I am my maternal grandparents first grandchild, and was born on their wedding anniversary. In the image atop this entry, my grandmother can be seen holding me. You might recognize the picture as I have featured it in at least one of my prior entries here on Blogger.
She died on this day of July 19th in 1987; and, her parting words to me were ones that urged me to get back to my writing.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Welcome to the fiftieth-first week of my Tuesday's Truths. Today's post is dedicated to young birds (or should I say fledgings) including an European starling (pictured above — eating a grape— in my urban garden).
This little bird and I have something in common: We both appreciate grapes. Only I appreciate my grapes after they are "transformed" into a glass of wine!
And because I know how much I enjoy a glass (or two) of vino, I always make sure that I have placed grapes for my visiting birds in either a bird feeder (such as the one above) or on a saucer (such as the one below), where a young American Robin has grabbed one and is enjoying having his/her own grape.
The young Northern mockingbird is a bit more apprehensive about indulging (as evidenced in the next set of images); perhaps he/she is a bit intimidated by the other birds who are visiting my place.
I don't blame the Northern mockingbird for being cautious about partaking in the eating of a grape!
After all, perhaps he/she has heard the news re how those who grow grapes in vineyards for purposes of making wine attempt to keep birds away from their grapes by employing falcons to take care of starlings, robins and mockingbirds!
Monday, July 17, 2017
I learned of the holiday known as National Ice Cream Day when I went to my local flea market which is kiddy corner from The American Museum of Natural History (AMNH).
According to Holiday Insights (HI), it is always celebrated on the third Sunday of the month.
HI writes "In 1984, President Ronald Reagan proclaimed July as National Ice Cream Month. He also established National Ice Cream Day as the third Sunday in the month."
The holiday could've easily come and gone without my knowing it, because I either had forgotten about this occasion, or, I didn't realize that yesterday was already the third Sunday of the month!
But because of my Sunday routine I was made aware of the holiday.
You see, quite often on Sunday I will bring my "materials" to a composting station at a nearby Greenmarket that is situated parallel to the grounds of The AMNH. On occasion, after doing so, I will check out my local flea market since it is in such close proximity.
Yesterday, there was an array of ice cream vendors at that flea market, which is not the norm, and the array of what each one offered was mind boggling, causing me to recall the Mutts strip which I've posted atop this entry.
Unfortunately I was not feeling very well and eating ice cream would not have been an option, but I still was able to check out the array of vendors, and since they are NYC based, there's a good chance that I can try their products when I'm feeling better.
I need not worry that I could not do so on the official day, for, as I just stated President Regan, ear-marked the entire month of July as National Ice Cream month. And if I'm not feeling better during the fifteen days that remain in July, I can always celebrate on December 13th, which is Ice Cream Day!
In any event, for you New Yorkers who may have missed National Ice Cream Day, fear not, I have the scoop (excuse the pun) on the various vendors who participated at my local flea market and you can check them out at your leisure.
The first one that I came upon was Too Cool Chix Ice Cream sandwiches. Their web-site states:"The founders of Too Cool Chix are Michele Elmer and Sharon Monahan. Together they’ve elevated the humble ice cream sandwich because they think outside the pint."
I was drawn to their "station" because of their use of birds (chicks) in their logo and packaging as seen below:
I am hoping to feel well enough to try their "Beauty Bar," which is Lavender Ice Cream with a Soft Lemon Cookie.
I told the women working their that I had helped Cam write her book, Words In Our Beak Volume One,
and I boldly proposed they came up with a flavor in Cam's honor! Rather they do this or not, I intend to try their product and encourage you to do so also, dear reader.
Another vendor that I came upon was VICTORY GARDEN, featuring gelato made from goat's milk.
I will be eager to try this at some point, for my cyber-freindship with the goat-raising, Italy-based Michelle Fabio, has always been an impetus for me to try products made with goat's milk. Readers of my blog may recall that I've written about Fabio in by gone years.
Moreover, Fabio has reviewed the digital version of Words In Our Beak Volume One for Goodreads.
Be that as it may I'm intrigued by products made with goats milk because of the wonderful cheeses made by Ardith Mae, who sells them at the greenmarket that I go to on Sundays.
The folks at VICTORY GARDEN were very accommodating and if their product is anything like the goodness they showed, I'm in for a taste treat when I'm on the mend!
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Five days ago, I posted an entry here on Blogger in honor of E.B. White's birthday. Now, I came across the essay posted above, which he wrote eighty-five years ago.
Crossing the street in NYC hasn't changed all that much, except folks who are cycling or who are walking at a fast pace while texting are often "tearing through the town going the wrong way on the one-ways mowing down the faithful and the meek."
Friday, July 14, 2017
Here's a female cardinal about to indulge in one of many grapes which I've placed on a saucer in my urban garden for the dining pleasure of the birds who visit me.
She may be related to Cam, the female cardinal who authored the book, Words In Our Beak.
As many who follow my cyber-venues, Cam is very near and dear to my heart.
Moreover, she has taught me a number of things re the many members of the avian community, especially her bird type. Prior to my meeting Cam, I was not too familiar with female cardinals.
I knew about the male cardinal as he is the state bird of Illinois where I spent my childhood through early adulthood years.
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Today I am thinking about the gosling triplets (pictured above), which I encountered in Central Park this past June, because I am also one of three (sisters), although we are not triplets.
A photograph of us with our grandfather that was taken when we were very young can be seen in the next picture.
Being one of three, has caused me to challenge the adage,"bad things happen in threes," which I did in a blog post that was published in 2011. This entry deals with the placement of flora (in threes) within my urban garden.
In any event, I'm thinking of the "bad things happen in threes," adage on this day of July 13th, as it is my youngest sister's birthday. She is the one in the middle in the aforementioned photo (I'm the one to her left — or seen to her right in this image).
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
On this day in 1817, Henry David Thoreau was born in the town of Concord Massachusetts. I have written about him a number of times here on Blogger, and if you'd like to refer to those posts, please click here. I think of the wisdom shown in Thoreau's writings on many occasions, but even more so when I encounter a sparrow, which happens on countless occasions, given the number of this bird type that are living in NYC.
The six photographs atop this entry feature sparrows alighting atop various flora as well as various places (during all season) in my urban garden.
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
I don't want this Tuesday to pass, without announcing another truth for this date of July 11th, which is occurring on a Tuesday. It happens to be Cow Appreciation Day!
The photograph atop this blog entry was featured in a prior entry here on Blogger, and is comprised of images taken by yours truly. This picture is featured in the Black and White Photo Gallery of my web-site, patriciayoungquist.com; which was created by Chris Deatherage.
My print, Cow with Children, has also been rendered into a greeting card, information is available within the card-shoppe on my web-site.
Btw, Deatherage has also formatted one of the digital versions of Words In Our Beak Volume One, into the softcover version that is now available on MagCloud.
But getting back to cows, they are one of the first animals I loved as a child. I'd see them when our family took side trips through the countryside.
The cow in the image atop this entry was one I saw on a drive to Illinois State University, but the children in the aforementioned picture are ones I encountered while studying at London University.
Be that as it may, I'm grateful for this sweet animal and happy to give them cyber time on their special day!
Welcome to the fiftieth week of my Tuesday's Truths. Today's post is dedicated to E.B. White, who was born on this day in 1899. Many people know him from his book, Charolette's Web. As you may recall, dear reader, I've written about White's intent in his creating Charolette's Web here Blogger.
In any event, White's desire to be true to the animals who he anthropomorphized was my inspiration in helping Cam with her book, Words In Our Beak Volume One.
But getting back to White's writings: Besides Charolette's Web, E.B. White wrote other books (including Stuart Little, Here Is New York, and, The Elements of Style).
However, he is also known for his prolific essays which were published in The New Yorker. I have featured a number of them on Facebook and within blog entries here.
I'm so thankful to have made his aquaintance through his writings and aspire to leave a similar legacy!
Friday, July 7, 2017
The awesome photographs atop this entry of a Peregrine Falcon, were taken by Reggie Williams. He is a technician who I met at an Imaging Center a little over a month ago. I had gone to that Xray facility at the urging of my doctor, who upon examining me for injuries I sustained on the Saturday prior to this past Memorial Day, urged me to have a specific Xray.
I had asked Reggie (who was supervising my particular technician) to take a couple photos of the equipment that was being used to diagnosis the extent of my injury because I was so grateful to be able to avail myself of Xrays that would pinpoint the extent of my injury. The pictures he took on that day can be seen in the next set of images (and you might recognize them from as they are nearly identical to images used in one of my previous posts).
I explained to him that my reason for requesting this, was because on a few occasions I had participated in rescuing wild birds who had ultimately passed away; and their dying was attributed to the fact that the bird rehab place where I had taken them did not have proper Xray equipment due to lack of funding. I also confided that whenever my book series becomes financially successful, it's my goal to help the rehab facility procure proper Xray equipment. Upon hearing my motives, Reggie shared with me his appreciation of wild birds.
In any event, today Reggie Williams and the date of my aforementioned Xrays are on my mind today because it was only a few days ago that I discovered the pictures of the falcon atop this entry which he evidently had emailed me on June 14th! I'm not sure why I only recently discovered the correspondence, but, I'm truly thankful that I did. With his magnificent photographs, Reggie included the following message:
It was a pleasure meeting and speaking with you in addition to providing your medical imaging at Lenox Hill Radiology last week. I attached a few pictures of the raptor that I took while I lived in Boston. I left out the more grotesque ones where the bird was actually feeding :-). Your blog is great and I will look in more often for a good read.
It is truly amazing, the people we meet, in our day to day travels and such. I'd be remiss not to mention how thankful I am to have met you. I took a look at your blog and it inspired me to continue writing and taking pictures. Things that I have enjoyed doing all my life but have let get away from me. You have a very pleasant aura. Thank you for chatting with me and I look forward to speaking with you soon!
Have a blessed day!"
My discovery of Reggie Williams' email to me came at an opportune time, as I'm on shaky ground these days, and as a result, I often experience discouragement, even despair re my circumstances.
Thank you, Reggie Williams, for sharing your awesome photographs and heartfelt words with me!
Thursday, July 6, 2017
The photograph atop this entry (featuring an aerial view of my urban garden) was taken by Juan V on June 1st 2017.
And the next picture was taken by him on June 15th 2017.
By comparing the images, dear reader, can you spot the changes in my garden?
Here are the answers:
The number one is indicating a Rosemary "Tree" that was planted on that day. It is in the spot where my 'Tamukeyama' (AKA Japanese Maple) used to be. This particular tree's container had cracked, therefore, re-potting was warranted. Moreover, the 'Tamukeyama' needed a larger pot, which it now has. The 'Tamukeyama' has been moved to where my Fagus sylvatica (AKA Beech Tree) used to be as indicated by the number two.
My Fagus sylvatica (Beech Tree) has been moved to the location where my Canadian Palm once stood, which is indicated by the number three. It was time to discard that exotic man made tree!
Today, July the sixth, a few more changes were made in my garden. Can you spot them in the following picture which was also taken by Juan V?
Here are the answers:
My H.F. Young Clematis has a couple of new flowers (and this is indicated by the number one). I have a new bird house which can be seen directly below the number two. Number three is indicating another variety of Heuchera which was planted today, while number four is referencing a new green plant whose name is Melianthus Honey Flower.
And there you have it, Thursdays Test of your powers of observation! How did you do, dear reader?
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
It is a decommissioned reservoir in Central Park. This reservoir stretches from 86th to 96th street. A partial view of it can be seen in the image atop this entry.
A number of years have passed since the last time that I walked around the reservoir, but, yesterday, which was The Fourth of July, I walked around it with a friend whose husband passed away a short time ago. I rarely take a walk for the sake of walking because I walk almost everywhere I need to go in the city, but I wanted to give the time to my friend, as it was her first Fourth of July holiday without her husband.
In my doing this, I was reminded that walking merely for the sake of walking releases endorphins; is relaxing; and, it causes one to take note of their surroundings as opposed to walking when you have to be somewhere at a certain time.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
In the photograph atop this entry, all of my firework-themed figurines (dressed in red and white) can be seen rehearsing with two directors. One of them will be the mistress of ceremonies. She is wearing a red skirt and a blue top with white stripes. Her hand is clasping a baton that's been decorated to resemble a firework, and she is standing towards the left/center of the first row.
Her partner, the master of ceremonies is wearing a red jacket and white pants with blue stripes. He is also holding a baton that's been decorated to resemble a firework, and he is standing towards the right/center of the first row.
Their intention is to have the fire-work-themed figurines perform immediately after the completion of a vow renewal ceremony, where all the guests in attendance are wearing patriotic outfits. They can be seen in the bottom half of the aforementioned image, and many of them are ones you might recognize from prior posts here on Blogger.
Another figurine (pictured below) dressed as Lady Liberty,
is doing her own thing, by carrying an apple to honor NYC, which as you probably know is often called The Big Apple. She has also appeared in prior entries on Blogger (without her apple) including ones that you may reference by clicking here as well as here.
And this year, I have two newcomers! They can be seen in the next image.
Each figurine has his/her own agenda, however, they all share one thing in common: Every one of them joins me in wishing you and yours a safe as well as celebratory Independence Day!
Monday, July 3, 2017
The photograph atop this posting is a copy of one that I included here on Blogger in my entry that I published this past Friday, when I stated the following: "my duties are dedicated to helping an injured pigeon that I discovered in my urban garden last night."
I also stated this: "Hopefully, I'll be able to get him to The WBF, (Wild Bird Fund), and, hopefully they will be able to free him from the wire contraption, as well as treat any injuries which might have resulted."
The following picture shows how the pigeon looked when I saw him/her in my garden (before I put him/her in a container to transport him/her to The WBF.
Thankfully I was able to take the pigeon to The WBF on that same day.
I went to see how he/she was doing the following day but nobody knew anything about "my" bird.
They are very busy at The WBF, so I emailed them (which is there preferred correspondence) and I just received the following news re his/her status.
The bird you brought in to us was in rough shape, and I am sorry to tell you that he did not make it. On arrival, he was in critical condition and appeared to be suffering from some kind of internal damage. We gave emergency fluids right away to try and stabilize his condition, but despite our best efforts he continued to decline, and passed away shortly after our initial examination. We suspect that he had major organ damage, either from trauma or from disease. I know this is not the outcome you were hoping for, but please know that by taking him in and bringing him in to us, you ensured that he was in a safe and comfortable environment, rather than at the mercy of the elements."
I am very saddened by this news. It just breaks my heart.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
Many thanks to everyone who weighed in on my tale (yesterday's Blogger post) of an injured pigeon that I hopefully rescued in my urban garden.
I walked up to The Wild Bird Fund (WBF) today in hopes of visiting the creature, but I couldn't even get an update on "my" pigeon's status.
I have now e-mailed The WBF with my request to learn of the bird's prognosis; and have offered my garden as a place to release him/her.
Meanwhile, I was sorting through a box of papers and came across this photograph of one of my ancestors from my father's side of the family.
Unfortunately, anyone who could offer me specifics has passed away, but the photograph confirms that my love of birds (and my empathy for pigeons) must be in my genes.
Friday, June 30, 2017
Today, June thirtieth in the year 2017, marks the end of the half-year for 2017. Therefore, I call it The Half Year Eve. Tomorrow, will be July first in the year 2017, and, I see it as an opportunity to assess what I hope to accomplish in this calendar year.
However, at this moment, my duties are dedicated to helping an injured pigeon that I discovered in my urban garden last night.
At the time, I wasn't able to assess his injuries, as it was too dark. Additionally, he kept trying to hide behind my large planters.
Therefore, I was unable to lure him into a container in order to transport him to The Wild Bird Fund (WBF) because it was too dark. Moreover, at that hour of the night, The WBF is not open.
However, I was able to reach Tina Pina (AKA Mother Pigeon), by phone, and she advised me as to what to do if I saw the creature this morning.
When I went into my garden this morning, I was relieved to spot him, and to know that he had made it through the night. But I could tell the pigeon was not feeling well, and I literally gave him the shirt off my back; for I took the shirt I was wearing as a jacket off, and wrapped it around him so that I could pick him up, and put him in an over-sized brownbag (as seen in the photographs atop this entry), in order to be able to take him to The WBF when they open today.
Upon placing him in the bag, and adding a container of water and some food, I discovered that he had gotten his foot or wing caught in some wire contraption. I don't know how he managed that, as I have nothing like that around, but there he was caught in a wire.
I attempted to free him from this, but I stopped as I was afraid I might cause more damage to this sweet pigeon, who had gotten himself into quite a fix!
Hopefully, I'll be able to get him to The WBF, and, hopefully they will be able to free him from the wire contraption, as well as treat any injuries which might have resulted.
He is vacillates between being subdued and feisty, as I write this blog posting. But, I'm confident that if he survives the situation, his half year resolution will be to stay away from wire contraptions.