Moving Day

We have a couple of bluebird boxes in the back. We also have a bluebird feeder that I bought several years ago, thinking it would be cool to feed bluebirds since they don't eat at regular bird feeders. That's it, in the foreground. We bought the feed and put it out but the bluebirds never came to eat. But they do seem to like to use it as a house. Why not? Great view with an awesome fixed glass window.
Yesterday, a couple decided to move in. I tried to get a few shots of them without freaking them out too much. I didn't want them to leave.
Today I had to till the round bed and transplant peppers. The nest sits in the middle of the round bed.
Below: Mr B staking his claim.

Above: Mr B checking out the progress from the south door.

Below: Mrs B with a mouthful of pine needles. They both build the nest.

Below: I think that's Mr B inside the box, adding to the nest. They finished the nest. I finished transplanting peppers. I'm heading outdoors to water them in. Bluebirds are not shy birds and tolerate being around humans. Hope they get used to me fast because I'll be knocking on the door when the eggs are laid and again when they hatch.

Until next time.....

Memorial Day Sale

15% in my Etsy jewelry shop this weekend until Monday night. See shop for details. For those of you with a long weekend, have fun.

Until next time.....

Going Fishin'

John's got fishing on the brain. He's been talking about it for weeks now. He even went shopping for new gear. Note: this guy hates to shop. So now he's got a pile of new colored things with odd names.

He got out his two tackle boxes from when he was a kid. I almost died! All of those beautiful vintage lures were staring me in the face and all I could think of was getting my hands on them to repurpose those beauties into jewelry.

There's a whole new school of fish in my Etsy shop. Hopefully soon, I'll be adding some vintage lure jewelry.

Until next time.....

Dire Wolf

Dire Wolf
Written by Robert Hunter
Performed by the Grateful Dead

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.
No, no, no don't murder me. I beg of you,
Don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

*****

I grew up listening to the Dead. I was fortunate to see them in the early 70's in small venues in my town when I was in high school. There ain't nothin' like a live Dead show. :)

I will have several pairs of the Dire Wolf earrings in my shop, but in very limited supply.

Until next time.....

Wordless Wednesday

Crystal Lake On May Day

We spent the weekend up at Crystal Lake, mowing our fields. The lake was the fullest I've ever seen it! No wonder, with all the rain we've been having. Water was running over the spillway. Several trees were down from the storm that we had last week. Frogs were singing at night and birds were singing in the morning. It doesn't get any better than that.
Pictured:
1. Bluebird nest
2. Part of the lake, taken from the tent
3. Close up of the 'kitchen'
4. The bog. It sits back in the woods, near the house site. It dries up in the summer.
5. Fire for food, warmth and light.
6. LED nightlights.

Until next time.....