I feel love.

“Let’s all sing ‘I feel love’ by Donna Summer as we drift off to sleep, counting our blessings. Count! Sing! I demand it!!” (Violet Veronica White, October 4, 1966 – May 29, 2012)

She lifts; she soars (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

She lifts; she soars

I feel love.

Inspired

Gardenia, Opened Wide (c) 2012 Chrissine, All Rights Reserved

Gardenia, Opened Wide

That’s all, just inspired.

Enjoy THIS sweet day!

Friends, Old and New, Red-Eyed and True Blue

Young Friend_Carolina Chickadee (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Carolina Chickadee Chick

Carolina Chickadee Nest (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Carolina Chickadee Nest in Bluebird House

My original backyard bluebird house remains prime real estate for my winged friends. The chickadees fledged early but remain nearby, and less than a day after I cleaned out their nest, that hovering pair bluebirds began building theirs, but now a pair of Carolina wrens have taken an interest in the house. I have since put up two other bluebird houses, but they all want the same one. Whoever lays her eggs first wins. Meanwhile, I also put a house with a 1 1/8″ hole just for the chickadees. In just a few months, my one bird house has flourished into a community.

Eastern Bluebird nest (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Newly built Eastern Bluebird Nest

Mrs. Robin has a nest nearby too; she bathed her egg-plump belly in my bird bath:

Expectant Friend (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Expectant Friend, Mrs. Robin, After a Bath

robin on birdbath, old friend (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Mr. Robin, Also Bathing Nearby

The friendly House Finches not only bathe but also frequent my feeder most days:

House Finch, Reliable Friend (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

House Finch, Reliable Friend

Lately, my deer friends have been meeting me in the morning for breakfast too, or a late afternoon cup of decaf:

Breakfast friends (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Breakfast Friends

Friend of a friend (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Coffee with a Friend of a Friend

The hawks still dine here as well, sigh. I love them so, but, sigh. At least I don’t have a mouse-in-the-house problem anymore.

Hawk on Low Branch (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Hawk on Low Branch

Hawk on Shed (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Hawk on Shed

Hawk on Fence (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Hawk on Fence

And thankfully, their screeches haven’t kept other new friends from stopping by:

New Friend_Eastern Towhee (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

New Friend: Red-Eyed Eastern Towhee

New Friend Tufted Titmouse (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

New Friend: Tufted Titmouse

New Friend_indigo bunting (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

New Friend: Indigo Bunting

Mom Rabbit and her baby bunny have eluded the hawks as well, thank goodness:

Rabbit Friend (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Mom Rabbit

New Friends Squirrel and Bunny (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

New Friends: Squirrel and Baby Bunny

This other poor squirrel should have just stayed in the yard. :( At least the vulture enjoyed a good meal, and he was intent on not sharing it. “Move along,” the vulture said to the pedestrian with the camera; “Nothing to see here.”

Not friends (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Vulture and Squirrel: Not Friends

Of course, my bird and animal friends have nothing on my loving husband and cousin, my brother and sister-in-law and dear, wonderful girl friends–you know who you are. I feel so much gratitude for them and everyone in my life who believes in me, and for all of you too who stop to read my blog. :) This flower is for you:

Gardenia in the Rain (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Gardenia after the Rain

 

Enraptured by the Magnolia

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Magnolia Bloom, Wide Open

The bell-shaped magnolia trees around here appear eerily haunted most of the year with waxy, watermelon rind leaves–pressed and cut into over-sized almonds–draping down-turned and turned out limbs, leaving no trunk exposed, only darkness within.  Nothing grows beneath  them.  While deciduous tree leaves turn red and gold and flutter to the ground in the fall, the ever-emerald, native southern magnolia casts off scant dead leaves like useless scraps of tanned leather all year long, adding a pinch of cinnamon and clove to every season’s color palette.  Then when the pear and dogwood and other flowering trees bloom come springtime, the magnolia waits.  Or maybe that’s me waiting!  Finally, last week, the magnolia blossoms opened, enrapturing the trees the way lotus flowers enchant frog ponds.  My sense of time and place drift elsewhere when I see this flower, and from now until late summer, the air in my neighborhood will smell like lemon and honey.

Magnolia, Full Bloom (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Magnolia, Full Bloom

The Boundaries Blur between Birdwatching and Birdmeddling

As it should be (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

As it should be?

Not long ago, seeing a bluebird perched upon my new and first ever bluebird house tickled me silly and likewise assured me that I followed the instructions of the North Carolina Bluebird Society correctly by erecting it in an open area on a metal pole, five feet high, and facing Southeast. I have not yet put a baffle on it to keep the squirrels and snakes away.  More urgently and unexpectedly, I need a hole reducer to keep the bluebirds away!

The wee black and white chickadee I saw flying in and out of it these past couple months wasn’t just curious after all. It moved in, and the other afternoon, I heard its chicks chirping inside.  Somewhat befuddled, I researched the phenomenon of chickadees nesting in bluebird houses, and what do you know; it’s common, and according to bird-lovers, a delight.  So what the heck, I thought; I’ll delight in it as well.

Chickadee homecoming (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Chickadee Homecoming

Breakfast time, Chickadees (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Breakfast time, chicki-chickadees.

When I consulted with the bird expert at my neighborhood garden center about a hole reducer, however, she shook her head and said I needed to “let nature take its course.”  Hmmm.  I don’t mean to be a nature-meddler, but really?

No, no, no, bluebirds! (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

No, no, no, bluebirds!

I cannot stop myself from rapping against the window to shoo away the bluebirds when I see them on the house accosting the chickadees, and my knuckles are hurting from it!  I expressed as much to my husband who understands my bird love and graciously bought and surprised me with a hole reducer and two more nestboxes for the yard.  According to the Bluebird Society, which I now cite with skepticism, March and April are nest-building months.

Or is it already too late?

The other morning in bed, over the hum of the air conditioner and the buzz of the oscillating fan,  I heard chirping, a high-pitched orchestra of chirps in fact, all coming from the wall behind my headboard: the “woodpecker wall.” Remember my rejoicing woodpecker? It seems he may have been in cahoots with a pair of bluebirds.

Bluebird Home a la Downy Woodpecker (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Bluebird Home a la Downy Woodpecker Hole

Not in an open field, not on a metal pole, well over five feet high, but I bet through a perfectly sized hole, bluebird chicks sing and eat worms.  I just hope I witness their maiden flights to the nearby tree because it is otherwise a long way down.

Papa Serving the Worm (c) Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Papa Serving the Worm: Open wide!

Papa Bluebird Bringing Home the Worm (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Papa Bluebird Bringing Home the Worm

I’m not yet sure how I’m going to clean out the nest as recommended after the young have fledged. I guess I could just let nature take its course.  On second thought, I do have a pretty tall ladder in the garage.

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Nearby caterpillar: hide or be lunch!

Caterpillar (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Safari in the Piedmont

Happy Giraffe (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

I hand-fed a velvety tall giraffe this past weekend, and no question, I felt as thrilled as my 3 year-old did to do so. Of all exotic animals, I’m most awed by the comical grace of this long-necked beauty with patchwork fur and fringed-umbrella eyes.

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Velvet Patchwork

Brahman cows impress me too but not as much with their Hindu Holiness as with their muscular tongues.

Hungry Brahman (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Nana feeds a hungry Brahman

Holy cow! (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Holy cow!

I’ve been on this safari in the North Carolina Piedmont before, but last year, my husband, son, and I stayed in our vehicle as many visitors do.

Watusi Ahead (c) 2012 Chrissine Rios, All Rights Reserved

Watusi Road Block

Ostrich Checking IDs (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Ostrich Checking ID's

This year with the grandparents along, we rode on a horse drawn wagon through the pastures and woodlands of the Lazy 5 Ranch.

At the ranch (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Me and the family at the ranch (mom behind my camera--eek!)

Safari in the Piedmont (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Safari in the Piedmont

Sneaky Eland

Sneaky Eland

Buffalo Social (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Buffalo Social

Our guide, a sturdy John Wayne type who rode with a whip but didn’t use it, announced that the ranch spread 185 acres around us and was home to over 750 animals from six continents, most without enclosures, but some with.

Peaceful Billy (c) 2012 Chrissine Rios, All Rights Reserved

Peaceful Billy

Old Rhino

Dusty Rhino

Of the four legged roaming free, only the zebra has both upper and lower teeth, said Mr. Wayne-look-alike, so we could feed all but those.  My husband and I did not know that last year when encouraging our 2 year-old to pet the zebra. Live and learn.

S petting Zebra, 2011 (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

"Nice, Zebra" (2011)

At the end of the 3 1/2 mile wagon ride through the herds and flocks and all the dust getting Watusi, llama, African oryx, and giraffe spittle on our hands, we visited the kangaroos, but they had just settled down for an afternoon nap, and it was indeed nap time for all.

Snoozing Kangaroo (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Snoozing Kangaroo

Yellow Lily Pad Bloom (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

Learning to See through the Green

I hear the birds above and around me; I hear the woodpecker and know the exact tree; I look and wait and watch, squint, tip-toe, and careen my neck, but there are just too many leaves to see.  Only yesterday, I was still waiting for winter–never mind that spring came in February; I still never anticipated so much green this soon.

I’m learning to see all over again.

Tulip (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

The one glorious tulip the deer didn't eat

Purple wild violet with a hole (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

One purple wild violet hidden in the weeds

Birthday bouquet (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

One open rose from my birthday bouquet

Wide open rose from my sweetheart (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

And another from the same birthday dozen

Ladybugs do love flowers, after all, but the bird songs keep me looking up, and aha!

I see you! (c) 2012 Chrissine Anna, All Rights Reserved

I see you!

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