Tuesday, February 26, 2013

The Crow

"Look for rain when the crow flies low." ~Anonymous (American Folklore saying)

You may not can tell but there was a soft rain falling when I took the photo.  There were two huge crows sitting in an old tree in the backyard.  This one sat atop the tree fluffing his feathers and spreading his wings before I went and got my camera.  Because the day is so dreary and dark the original photo was mostly in silhouette so I just went with it when editing the shot.  The shadowy tree is an Oak and is in the foreground.  I transferred the photo to my iPad and used two different apps to get the desired look.  I used one called "PhotoToaster" to get the antiqued look, the vignette and the soft focus frame.  Then I used an app called "LensLight" to add a filter called gothic.

It's been raining here all morning and as I write this post I can see some sun light starting to come into the bedroom window.  The sky is still overcast dreary and I'm sure the rain isn't finished with us yet.  It's funny how you can go days and days or even weeks without rain and complain that we need it so bad but when it finally rains, all you want is for it to stop so you can get outside.  

Happy blogging and wishing everyone a fantastic Tuesday.  


Monday, February 25, 2013


“When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.”  ~anonymous 

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Make a little birdhouse in your soul

The last couple of days have been great weather wise.  The temperature has been perfect and the breeze has been soft and cool.  As I sat watching the birds visit the seed post I thought I really need to buy a new feeder. So I did.  Isn't it pretty?  I love the color and the dragonfly design.  At first the Tufted Titmice were having a hard time perching on the edge but they soon learned how to do it.  I'm sure it won't be long before the Cardinals and Chickadees discover it.

Dragonfly bird feeder
Tufted Titmouse visiting new feeder
One of the first visitors to the feeder.  I think they like it. 

Mr. Cardinal
Love the flair in the tail feathers.  I think he's showing off.

Mrs. Cardinal
Doesn't she look beautiful?

Sweet little Carolina Chickadee
Love the air action.

Tufted Titmouse
A little wing action from the Titmouse.

Tufted Titmouse
Ready for takeoff.

Red-bellied Woodpecker
Wow!  Imagine that, they actually have a red belly.

"Make a little birdhouse in your soul". ~Linnell Flansburgh

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Mr. Cardinal

"Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life." ~Rachel Carson

Mr. Cardinal visiting the seed post.  He usually stops by a couple or so times a day and has a quick bite.  That is if the Tufted Titmice let him.  The Mrs. was foraging on the ground for the seed that gets kicked off.

Have a wonderful Wednesday everyone. 

Monday, February 4, 2013

While sitting in the backyard

Tufted Titmouse
"He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart." ~Psalm 91:4

I know I just posted something late last night but I'm in the mood so here's another one.  I took this photo yesterday while sitting in the backyard.  I love these little birds.  They are so sweet and they have such a sweet song.  For now I'm placing the bird seed on top of a couple of the fence posts in the corner of the yard.  I really need to get some more bird feeders or bring the ones in the front yard to the back. This tree sits in the corner near the posts. 

Happy Monday everyone!

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Short and Sweet

Some of the things I've captured over the past week.  I hope you enjoy them and the quote.

Carolina Chickadee

Carolina Chickadee

Carolina Chickadee

Tufted Titmouse

Tufted Titmouse

Yellow blooms from a bush

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.  The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."  ~Henri Nouwen