tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224534772024-03-19T02:04:50.597-07:00Writes With FeathersÉcrit avec des plumesAnne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-28780659598660214782010-05-19T13:26:00.000-07:002010-05-19T13:58:43.770-07:00Writing Contest!<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Attention Fantasy/Science Fiction Writers!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Here's a cool writing contest to enter. Follow the link below for all the rules and information. Sounds fun! Good luck, everybody.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.guidetoliteraryagents.com/blog/Dear%20Lucky%20Agent%20Contest%20Fantasy%20And%20SciFi.aspx">"Dear Lucky Agent" Contest Fantasy and Sci-Fi</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing News</span></span><br /><br />Remember that young adult fantasy novel I mentioned earlier? I entered it in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest and it made it all the way to the semifinals! You could have knocked me over with a feather (heh heh). I never expected it to make it through the first round, let alone this far and I'm thrilled.<br /><br />I've got a new nonfiction book coming out next year from Barbour Books. The title (unless it changes between now and then) is <span style="font-style: italic;">Simple Tips and Inspiration for Knitters. </span>Talk about fun to write - I love to knit so this was really an exciting project. Can't wait to see it in print.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bird News<br /></span></span><br />The baby wrens living on the front porch grew up and decided to leave the nest recently. They were so precious; little bundles of scruffy feathers perching precariously on the edge of the nest, wobbling back and forth, desperately flapping their wings when a sibling tried to shove them out. The parents kept calling to them and tempting them with juicy worms. Finally, the urge to fly (and eat) took over and each one launched into the air.<br /><br />Three headed for the big cypress at the end of the porch where the parents waited, but one tiny Wrong-Way Joe headed in the opposite direction. It took me a few minutes to catch the little guy, but finally I scooped him up and carried him to the edge of the woods where the rest of the family had gathered. There was a little excitement as the young ones wobbled and flapped, still not quite able to control their wings. At last, they all made it up into a pine tree and from there followed the parents off into the woods. Awesome. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Enough rambling for now. Take care, everybody, and happy writing! </span></span></span></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-28287116078839609032009-10-05T14:57:00.000-07:002009-10-05T15:02:01.537-07:00Celebration!<span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><em><strong>I finished the first draft of my book!</strong></em></span> </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">And I'm so happy! Now I'm up to my eyeballs in edits but that's okay. I actually did it, I wrote a full length work of fiction. I'm stunned. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>:) :) :)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Bird note: Hummingbirds are still buzzing around. I have to refill the front-porch feeder to keep our little visitors energetic and happy. They are so amazing! </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-48441842793049838012009-09-11T08:58:00.000-07:002009-09-11T09:17:05.282-07:00Sale!<span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>WooT!</em></strong><br /><br />Remember the book I mentioned a couple of posts back? Well, I cobbled up a short story based on the main character and submitted it to <strong><em>Beyond Centauri, </em></strong>a print magazine featuring science fiction and fantasy stories for kids. They accepted it! I'm so pleased. :)<br /><br />After writing nonfiction for soooo long, it's kind of scary to think of myself as a fiction writer. But I'm giving it a shot. Wish me luck!<br /><br />For information on <strong><em>Beyond Centauri</em></strong> (and the writer's guidelines), visit </span></span></span><a href="http://www.samsdotpublishing.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Sam's Dot Publishing</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">.<br /><br /><strong><em>And on a serious note:</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />Please take a moment today to remember September 11 and all the folks affected by the events of that horrific day. God bless. </span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-55151551955162870242009-07-24T08:52:00.000-07:002009-07-24T09:21:44.298-07:00Hummingbird Frenzy<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Hummingbird Dance</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">I don't know what's gotten into them, but lately the hummingbirds have been going crazy! They buzz the feeder all day long and continue right through dusk. While this is normal behavior, what's out of the norm is the heavier amount of activity and the larger number of hummingbirds hanging around. Maybe it's the cooler than normal weather we've been having or all the recent storms that have them going. Whatever it is, I love it!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">And one of them has even learned a new trick - she discovered my office window. A few days ago as I sat here typing, I kept catching a glimpse of motion from the corner of my eye. Thinking it must be a moth fluttering against the screen, I just kept working. When I realized that whatever it was wasn't going away, I took a look. Imagine my surprise to see a female ruby-throated hummingbird hovering outside the window, just a couple of feet away, watching me! And she's been back numerous times. That is so cool. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Bluebird Antics</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">On my way to the mailbox this morning, I spotted some birds hopping around in the grass on the far side of the yard. I grabbed my trusty binoculars (which just happened to be hanging around my neck) and took a peek. It was a pair of bluebirds with three or four young ones!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">The grass was nice and damp and the birds appeared to be playing in the moisture. That's not surprising, considering how often I see them flinging water around in the bird bath. </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">After a few moments, the parents fluttered up to supervise the activity from a nearby pine tree while the youngsters frolicked around in the grass. It was a lovely slice of bluebird life that I am awed to have witnessed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>I love birds.</em></strong> </span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-67048038998409576262009-07-21T07:24:00.000-07:002009-07-21T07:59:33.638-07:00A Little Writing Update<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Hello, all! I thought perhaps I should post something about writing, because, well, the title of the blog <em>is</em> <strong>Writes</strong><em> </em>with Feathers. Heh. So, here we go:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"><em>Something old</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Not really old, just the same kind of stuff I've been doing, and loving, for years - writing articles on assignment for magazines I enjoy working for. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">For instance, I've got an assignment due August 6 and need to wrap up the *research and interviews. It's a fun story - all about products that help cycle your new aquarium. After all the tanks Allen and I worked so hard to cycle the old fashioned way, it's really cool to learn about things designed to safely cycle a tank <em>without </em>using fish. I guess we must have been doing something right, though. All of our cycle fish survived for years and some of them even reproduced. I love aquariums. No feathers, but still loads of fun. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"><em>*Darn stupid computer games. They really interfere with one's work. </em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"><em>Something new</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">I've taken a huge leap into the unknown. I've started a novel! Let's wait until the thunderous applause stops before I continue.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">That didn't take long. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">I've always loved fiction, especially fantasy and science fiction, horror, and historical novels. Over the years, I've penned a handful of short stories and actually had some of them published. For pay, even. Don't get excited. It wasn't much money, but it was still nice. Anyway, a few years ago, I got this idea. That's all it was, just an idea. I jotted down a few notes, a brief outline and some character sketches. Then I put it aside and sort of forgot about it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">After the surgeries I had last year (carpal tunnel surgery on both hands - thankfully, not both at the same time), the book poked its head into my medication-induced haze and insisted I take a look at it. I did and was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't as bad as I'd feared it might be. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">As soon as I could hold a pen, I began making notes and thinking, thinking, thinking about the story. I even dreamed about it. Once I could type a little, I started working on it. It was slow going, what with the constant pain and the strong meds and having to stay away from the computer for days at a time. But the story wouldn't leave me alone. Isn't that cool?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Now I've got the whole thing plotted, each chapter roughed out, and the characters detailed. I even know how the story ends. The only thing is, every time I think I've got something figured out, the characters tell me new stuff that changes what I thought I knew! And guess what? These folks really know what they're doing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">For example, one guy I knew a little about finally told me exactly who he is and how he's connected to the main story line. I nearly fell over! And it makes perfect sense; really adds to the story and ties up a bunch of loose ends I had no idea how to connect. Neat, huh? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">Anyway. I guess that's enough of that for now. I'll probably ramble on about it again soon. Consider yourself warned.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"><em>Thanks for reading! Have a safe, happy, healthy day. And watch some birds, why doncha? :)</em></span></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-91518270689007788252009-07-14T10:36:00.000-07:002009-07-14T11:02:19.223-07:00A feather picture and more<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Picture time for those of you who are familiar with my subjects! Here are a couple of shots of the grandkids and one of Darby the Beagle. Rio's mug shot is blurry but that's what happens when you try to take one so close to a cheap camera. Heh. But don't worry; I have a buncha more far better quality pictures (and some nature/bird shots) that I'll get uploaded soon.<br /><br />Picture 1: Rio snuggling in my hand. Makes it hard to type, but I don't mind.</span><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RfoVR68AWQNKwS0FCCjaZcgJi56hDB1RBjlE0qzzKl2y3EZmy1jxwOSFMmjRh7zpYlHcWItSjWkQvwI5tumd2uhVbWCdq8s4G0VtcrBi5G2YrDqZISUOcM_JJk5fVuFerMN0/s1600-h/riosnuggle1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358372383504332130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RfoVR68AWQNKwS0FCCjaZcgJi56hDB1RBjlE0qzzKl2y3EZmy1jxwOSFMmjRh7zpYlHcWItSjWkQvwI5tumd2uhVbWCdq8s4G0VtcrBi5G2YrDqZISUOcM_JJk5fVuFerMN0/s200/riosnuggle1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Picture 2: Darby doing what he does best - holding down the furniture while he snoozes.</span><br /></span></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJi93x3rV7ML7s_HuBttZEf08KWgY39-2NQwq_gh6_G90KVpjrNrxNR4rHb_EVPPZAIqit-XPZoWm8G_r_W-Iu4G1jrzUZfNupyijznmIjSBVc-ESWCNwX04WThHk2HtXxQeue/s1600-h/darby+chair.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358372222835239586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJi93x3rV7ML7s_HuBttZEf08KWgY39-2NQwq_gh6_G90KVpjrNrxNR4rHb_EVPPZAIqit-XPZoWm8G_r_W-Iu4G1jrzUZfNupyijznmIjSBVc-ESWCNwX04WThHk2HtXxQeue/s200/darby+chair.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Picture 3: My granddaughter Chelsea and her cat Mesha. That cat loves her!</span><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia54qsxyJcr7hZgOaetIXJmDDLcD71hJ7kjVf9W5AXI57axRJ49frLu287UYyr_7LnBjbdIr93W6R3h81CLXOxLhyphenhyphen7lGoelQ0WfDf_1UKzTKVKbaJaeIfKa9MLjDnQFvG8-3Mw/s1600-h/chelsea+mesha.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358371883915233106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia54qsxyJcr7hZgOaetIXJmDDLcD71hJ7kjVf9W5AXI57axRJ49frLu287UYyr_7LnBjbdIr93W6R3h81CLXOxLhyphenhyphen7lGoelQ0WfDf_1UKzTKVKbaJaeIfKa9MLjDnQFvG8-3Mw/s200/chelsea+mesha.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Picture 4: I caught my grandsons Bailey and Tyler playing in the dog crate and had to snap this one!</span><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMAw9xRLfZqPwwqENm6WoaK27YFiKErmNd7TAGX_DKkLnEG86g22xW7h1S13eGt9Y5wsPJ3X10Kq7ztRVlF5x5qoPB7XJkE4Bqzw0BDrHt_D4tGZYirj-t2MFwBxurbIIfjK2/s1600-h/bay+ty+crate.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358371520825441538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMAw9xRLfZqPwwqENm6WoaK27YFiKErmNd7TAGX_DKkLnEG86g22xW7h1S13eGt9Y5wsPJ3X10Kq7ztRVlF5x5qoPB7XJkE4Bqzw0BDrHt_D4tGZYirj-t2MFwBxurbIIfjK2/s200/bay+ty+crate.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Stay tuned. More to come. :)</span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-56036726456868755992009-07-09T12:00:00.000-07:002009-07-09T15:02:39.222-07:00Pssst. Anybody out there?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><em>I've got lots of catching up to do. :)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">The birdhouse at the end of our front porch has seen a ton of activity this year. A pair of bluebirds used it for their first brood of the season and it was awesome to watch them working to build a nest. And of course, I always enjoy watching them carry food into the box (and fecal sacks out). As the babies grew, they got loud when the parents landed on top of the house with food! Right before they fledged, I got to see little bluebird faces peeking out the opening of the box. That was cool. Then the parents headed out to the garden birdhouse to start their second clutch. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Taking advantage of the vacancy, a titmouse family moved into the box on the porch. Boy, did that start a war! Even though the bluebirds had already moved into the other box, they didn't want anybirdy else using this one! Fortunately, after a few incidents of screaming and feather pulling, things settled down and the egg laying and hatching continued. I enjoyed observing the titmouse pair tending to their family.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">An interesting note about the titmice: for years, they've nested <em>underneath</em> the porch, right below where the birdhouse hangs. They industriously carried nesting material in between the lattice slats and later, food for the babies. It was neat watching them go in and out of the openings. I don't know why they decided to move into the birdhouse this year.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">I can't close without a parrot update! Rio and Pancho are doing great, and are as noisy and active as ever. I've had Rio for 23 years now and Panchie for 18. Hard to believe. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Thanks to a minor improvement in my Internet service, I'm able to actually post to my blog! I sure hope the little boost in speed continues. Until I post again, y'all take care and spend a few minutes watching birds. :)</span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-23747334395644087822007-08-31T13:11:00.000-07:002007-08-31T13:33:29.282-07:00A long time coming....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>But I'm back!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">We're just emerging from a loooong stretch of 100 degree-plus weather. It's been brutal! And there's been no relief from this drought--it's the worst in Alabama history. But it's rained off and on for a few days now, the temps have dropped and it's finally bearable outside. I'm sooo ready for fall.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">It's been difficult to keep enough water in the birdbath. I have to check it several times a day to make sure that the water hasn't all been splashed out by overheated doves, cardinals, American goldfinches, blue jays and assorted other feathered creatures. On the days when the temperatures soared to more than 100 degrees, I had to add water several times a day to make up for the evaporation. I couldn't stand the thought of any of the birds going thirsty or being unable to enjoy refreshing baths. They showed their appreciation by gathering at the freshly filled birdbath, drinking deeply, bathing, and sometimes just sitting there with their feet in the water. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">The bluebirds abandoned their third (or was it their fourth?) nest. I believe it was just too hot for them. But I did get to see several of the youngsters from the earlier go-rounds and that was wonderful. The male was all for starting a new nest in the house at the end of the porch but the female was having none of that! Can't say that I blame her. It was just too dang hot to sit inside a stuffy birdhouse all the time. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Family News</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">My grandson Bailey started kindergarten! I can't believe my little blond haired, blue eyed boy is that big. He's so thrilled and excited; he sings his newly learned school songs to me over the telephone and tells me all about what he does at school, right down to what he had for lunch. The animation and happiness in his voice is so sweet to hear. I'm so relieved that he is enjoying school so much. (His mother sure didn't. LOL)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Upcoming News</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">There'll be some writing news coming up soon so stay tuned! Until then, take good care of yourselves and be well. :)</span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-27024150295077577342007-05-25T14:07:00.000-07:002007-05-25T14:34:41.058-07:00Notes from the Feathers<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Bluebird Updates</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;">Lots have happened with the bluebirds since last I posted! The first bunch of babies did very well and fledged early one Saturday morning. Before a week was up, the parents were at it again. This time, they set up housekeeping in the birdbox mounted on a porch post at the end of our house. I can't express how wonderful it is to have them living so near! It's fun to sit on the porch, a mere 15' or so away, and watch them. Listening to them is fun, too. Their voices are so soothing; they warble to each other and it really sounds like they're having a conversation. I believe the latest clutch of eggs has started hatching; I saw the male bring a small insect to the house a few minutes ago. Awesome.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Chickadee News</em></strong> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;">The little wooden house we hung in the tree has been a constant source of entertainment (and distraction) for me. I can see it from my desk and spent too much time grabbing my binoculars to sneak a peek at the activities when I was supposed to be writing. But I'm glad I kept an eye on it...the babies fledged two days ago and I got to catch a good bit of the action! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;">I realized there was a huge amount of activity in and out of the house--parents carrying in food and taking out great big fecal sacs, almost in a frenzy. I couldn't stand not knowing exactly what was going on so I grabbed my binocs (gonna have those things surgically attached one of these days) and headed for the front porch. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;">This is so cool--I got a good look at little chickadee faces peering out of the house! They were cheeping and fussing and I could even see them preening themselves. I missed the actual leaving of the nest because I had to run back inside to catch the phone. Once I was certain the nest was deserted, I took a flashlight and went out to peek inside the house. The box was filled with moss, puffs of the soft nesting material I had hung outside in a suet cage, and even a small matted tangle of Taffy's hair! (Taffy was my sweet little dog who left us last summer after being my best friend for more than 14 years.) I loved seeing that; it made it even more special to know that Taffy had helped the chickadees build a comfy home.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Around the Garden</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;">The big bluejay that's been hanging around a lot lately came to perch on the edge of the birdbath and then sat leisurely sipping. Big drops of water dribbled down its chest...talk about a sloppy drinker. And as I sat on the porch observing all the other birdly activity, I noticed a hummingbird buzzing all around one of the hanging pots of petunias. Then it moved to the other end of the porch to check out the English ivy, totally ignoring the freshly filled feeder hanging next to it. I have no idea what the attraction is, but the hummingbirds really love that ivy!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Memorial Day</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;">We're heading up to Chattanooga tomorrow to visit the National Cemetery where my brother is buried. It's such a beautiful, peaceful place. I'm going to take some roses from our garden to put on the grave. <em>Semper Fi, bro. I miss you every day!!</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;">~*~</span></em></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-17619080431527519012007-04-18T12:19:00.000-07:002007-04-18T13:03:46.101-07:00Bluebird watch/Attack crow<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Bluebird watch<br /></em></strong>The female bluebird is now spending most of her time in the birdhouse, with the male standing guard nearby. He frequently brings her bits of food and sometimes goes inside the box to sit with her for a few minutes. It's getting down to the wire; if all goes well, there'll be little bluebirds soon. Keep your fingers crossed!<br /><br /><strong><em>Attack crow</em></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><br />As I stood at the front door watching the bluebirds, a huge, glossy black crow swooped down and landed in the yard. It strutted around, poking in the grass from time to time as it leisurely circled the garden. It wandered down alongside the driveway, still searching the grass when suddenly, it hopped straight up into the air. I wondered if it had been startled by an insect. The crow then began stabbing at something on the ground. But the something wasn't an insect--it was a mouse!<br /><br />Grabbing the binoculars, I stared with a mixture of horror and fascination as the crow continued to attack the mouse. By now, the mouse was on its back, kicking its legs helplessly in the air. After a few seconds of this, the crow grabbed up the mouse in its beak and flew away into the pine thicket where it would, thankfully, devour its dinner out of my sight.<br /><br />I know this is all part of the circle of life and that Nature isn't always kind. But I also know that sometimes my heart is too tender and my stomach too weak for this! </span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-64315606588741302492007-04-17T06:40:00.000-07:002007-04-17T07:03:00.311-07:00Remembering Virginia Tech<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><em>My heart aches for the families and friends of those killed or wounded during yesterday's horrendous attacks at </em><a href="www.vt.edu"><em>Virginia Tech</em></a>, <em>and most especially, for the victims. I can't understand what drives one to do such a thing and I never will. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone involved. </em></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-44497832347859526022007-04-13T08:12:00.000-07:002007-04-13T09:39:58.706-07:00A Few Words About the Pet Food Recall<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;">By now everyone is (or should be) aware of the recent pet food recalls. First thought to affect only canned or moist diets, now some dry foods are being recalled--even some specialty diets available only through veterinarians! And, sadly, the list continues to grow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em>What to look for</em></strong> </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333399;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333399;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">re you worried that some of the pet food on your shelf is contaminated? Here's what to do: Check the brand name of the food, along with the lot number and UPC code. You'll find the numbers and codes stamped on the can lids of wet foods, and on the bag or pouch of moist diets. Compare the information with the </span><a href="http://www.fda.gov/oc/opacom/hottopics/petfood.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">FDA's list of recalled foods</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. If you have any of the foods listed, either return them to the point of purchase for a refund, or follow directions listed on the company websites. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Symptoms</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;">Think your pet may have consumed some of the contaminated foods? Look for symptoms such as vomiting, lethargy, diarrhea, loss of appetite, or any other unusual behavior not previously seen. Don't wait; if you notice any of these symptoms, contact your veterinarian immediately. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Helpful Websites</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;">Here are a few resources for information. Check them often to stay on top of any updates. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"></span><br /></span><a href="http://www.menufoods.com/recall/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Menu Foods, Inc.</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></span><a href="http://www.purina.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Nestle Purina PetCare Company</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></span><a href="http://www.hillspet.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Hill's Pet Nutrition, Inc.</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></span><a href="http://www.delmonte.com/petfoodrecall.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Del Monte Pet Products</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;">Feathery Things</span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;">One of the coolest things I've seen is an entire flock of goldfinches zeroing in on the front yard feeder. All that bright yellow and bold black is a feast for the eyes! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;">The mother bluebird is sitting tight on those eggs. We'll know before too long if the cold snap hurt them. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Gotta fly</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;">The parrots are clamoring for their breakfast and it's time to refill the wild bird feeders. 'Til next time, be well, be safe, and be happy!</span></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-13709811846665517702007-04-09T07:38:00.000-07:002007-04-09T11:14:32.584-07:00Cold snap :(<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Brrr....</em><br /></strong>We had a cold front move in late last week and it took a terrible toll on our gardens. The Japanese magnolia, crape myrtle, fig tree, butterfly bush, elephant ears and assorted flowers like the cannas, all froze! The once beautiful, lush green leaves and shoots are now destroyed, black, sick-looking waste. My heart hurts. But all is not lost: I'd brought the hanging baskets and potted plants in from the porch, so they're all safe.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Chilled eggs?</em></strong><br />My biggest fear is that the bluebird eggs may have gotten chilled. The female is still staying inside the box much of the time, but she also flies out whenever something startles her. I hope she didn't leave the nest long enough for the eggs to get too cool.<br /><br /><strong><em>Hummingbirds</em></strong><br />The little hummingbirds are just active as they were when the temps were high! Night before last, our temperatures dropped into the twenties, but the hummingbird food didn't freeze. I'm guessing that might be because the feeder is hanging in a protected place on the porch (?). At any rate, the hummingbirds buzzed the feeder all day and are out again early this morning. They must be a lot tougher than they look!<br /><br /><strong><em>Blogger's Choice Award!</em></strong><br />My lovely friend <a href="http://www.dawnonowyouseeit.blogspot.com/">Dawno</a> nominated this blog for a Blogger's Choice award--Best Animal Blog! Thank you, Dawno. I'm speechless, and that rarely happens. Be sure to drop by her blog. You'll be glad you did!<br /><br /><strong><em>Happy Easter!</em></strong><br />I hope you all had a wonderful, blessed Easter! </span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bloggerschoiceawards.com/?utm_source=bloggerschoiceawards&utm_medium=badge&utm_content=animal"><img src="http://www.bloggerschoiceawards.com/images/bca_badges/bca_badge_animal.gif" border="0"></a>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-19742924063932086772007-04-02T07:27:00.000-07:002007-04-02T08:14:44.329-07:00Brown-headed Cowbirds<div><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">They're here....</span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">I've recently seen a male and several female <a href="http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Brown-headed_Cowbird.html">Brown-headed Cowbirds </a>on the feeder. The male is really pretty; he has a chocolate-brown head and neck, and a glossy black body. The females, bless their hearts, are a nondescript brownish color and resemble large dark sparrows. There are a lot of cowbirds around here, but this is the first time I've seen so many at the feeder.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Cowbirds are interesting critters. They're parasitic brooders, which means that they don't build their own nests, but lay their eggs in the nests of other birds. Then they blithely fly away, leaving their egg and subsequent baby for another bird to care for. That's just not nice. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong><em>Bathing Beauties</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">I noticed Darby (the beagle) perched on the back of the couch this morning, staring out the window. I went to see what was so fascinating and spotted two <a href="http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Mourning_Dove.html">Mourning Doves </a>splashing around in the bird bath. They looked so funny with their feathers sticking out every which way and water dripping everywhere. I didn't realize until last year what enthusiastic bathers they are. They used the bird bath more than anybody else.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">They do a good job cleaning up around the feeder post, too, picking up all the dropped seeds and corn. I love to listen to them coo to each other. Their voices are very soothing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong><em>Parrot News</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">My daughter entered pictures of the parrots in an online photo contest and Pancho won! Well, actually my granddaughter won--she got some free entries in another contest because Pancho was technically her entry. Or something. I don't understand these things. But I do know that Pancho's cute little face got lots of votes.</span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/panchtoy.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/panchtoy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/panchtoy.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Until next time, take care, y'all! </span></div>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-17496081517242744412007-04-01T09:14:00.000-07:002007-04-01T09:37:17.799-07:00Egg-citement<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>The bluebird couple is on eggs. Yay!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">We checked the box yesterday and saw two eggs cozily snuggled together inside the nest. And what a nest it is--the female carried in enough materials to build a nest the size of a baseball glove. She's spending a lot of time in the birdhouse now and the male frequently brings her juicy worms and other delicacies. This is so cool. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Hummingbirds are here!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Our first hummingbird arrived March 27, just in time for my birthday last Thursday! That was mightly thoughtful. As I sat typing this, one buzzed the feeder and guzzled a bit of sugar water, but it sped away before I could see whether it was a male or female. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">I hope all the hummers are staying warm. We've had a cold snap and the temps dropped quite a bit. But at least the little birds won't go hungry. All the flowering shrubs and fruit trees are in bloom, as well as many flowers. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Gold and black</span><br /></em></strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">The male American goldfinches are shedding their drab winter feathers and replacing them with the sunny yellow that is so gorgeous. Right now, the little guys look rather shabby. There are bright yellow patches all over their bodies and black spots where their black caps are coming in; they look sort of like bag-birds. But soon enough, they'll be dressed in their stunning summer outfits of brilliant yellow and shiny black, and will be pigging out at the feeder and on the grasses in the field. I love these birds!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Parrot news</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Both parrots are doing great. Rio turns 21 this year! He's in wonderful condition, healthy and happy. And Pancho has been busily learning new sounds. We got a beagle puppy back in October and Pancho picked up some of his vocalizations. *sigh* Actually, I don't mind. I'm always thrilled when one of them displays a new trick. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">'Til next time, be well and keep an eye out for the feathered creatures in your area. They put on some of the best shows on Earth!</span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-5026398837335899352007-03-22T11:05:00.000-07:002007-03-22T11:33:02.969-07:00Nesting in Progress<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><em>The bluebird couple is working on their nest!</em></strong> </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">This morning we sat on the front porch and watched the female carry numerous bundles of dried pine straw into the box. She looked so comical, almost like she had a big handlebar moustache, when she turned to look at us with straw sticking out both sides of her beak. After she completed a few trips, we saw the neatest thing. The male joined her on top of the house and offered her a big, juicy bug. She accepted it graciously (after all, she <em>is</em> the one doing all the work) and they sat side by side for a bit. Such a gorgeous sight; I just love watching them and listening to their warbling conversations.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><em>Hawk Dance</em></strong><br />While we were watching all the birdly activity in the yard, we noticed several Red-tailed hawks soaring overhead. We could hear their vocalizations, which were very different from the usual shrill whistling cries; these calls sounded more like screams. Occasionally one would tuck its wings to its body and dive toward the earth; then, just as suddenly, it would pull out of the dive and soar upward again. Their feathers were so beautiful against the blue sky! I noticed that one of the hawks had a gap in its left wing feathers. That'll help me positively identify it if it comes by again, at least until the missing feather grows back. </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#663366;">Chickadee Update</span></strong></em><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Chickadees are spending lots of time going in and out of the little house in the tree. I can see if from my desk and often grab my ever-present binoculars to sneak a peek at the activity. I haven't seen any nesting material being carted in yet, but then again, I'm supposed to be working and can't watch them every minute. Those fascinating little feathered things make concentrating on my work so difficult!</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Pollen...achooo....</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#663366;">The trees are in bloom, flowers and shrubs are covered with buds, and there is pollen everywhere! But you know what? I can't stay indoors! No matter how sick my allergies make me, it's worth it to be able to spend time outside. Until next time, stay well, stay safe, and try to watch a bird or two!</span></span></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-74746239274220627862007-03-14T10:15:00.000-07:002007-03-14T10:32:38.489-07:00Housewarming gifts and red wasps<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">I made a housewarming gift for all the soon-to-be nesting wild birds! Yesterday I stuffed a handful of unscented dryer lint and a bunch of yarn clippings (none longer than 3" in length; don't want any birdies getting tangled up) into a suet cage and hung it from one of the arms of the garden birdfeeder. I'm dying to see one of them taking some of the offerings, but no luck. They're wiley, those feathered ones; every time I check on the nesting materials, the cage is swinging wildly and whatever bird was there is long gone. Maybe next time!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">On an annoying and potentially dangerous note, I saw several red wasps going in and out of the garden birdhouse--the one the bluebird couple is interested in. The female chased away a couple of them yesterday and went about her business of sitting on top of the house and spending time inside doing who-knows-what. But this morning, I saw her stick her head inside and then hop on top of the house. Seconds later a big wasp exited the house. She chased another out, too, but I'm afraid the wasps are going to try to set up housekeeping. If things look the same tomorrow, I'll open up the box and try to do something to repel them. Natural, chemical-free remedies are most welcome, if anyone wants to suggest something.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Got to do a bit of gardening this morning! I trimmed all the dead stuff from the butterfly bush and was pleased to see how full of new growth it is and the fresh leaves sprouting all over it. If all goes well, I'll be mulching and trimming and working much more in the garden soon.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Be well, everyone! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-74168225494316395752007-03-13T13:03:00.000-07:002007-03-13T13:45:55.550-07:00Spring is Springing!<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Or it is in Alabama, anyway. </span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">The air was full of birdsong this morning! The music overpowered all other sounds and I stopped just to listen. There were the warbling calls of bluebirds, mockingbirds and brown thrashers competed with each other to see who could come up with the most imitations, Carolina chickadees scolded the dog, and there were so many other voices it was impossible to sort them all out. I can't think of a more gorgeous, absolutely perfect soundtrack for my day. </span></p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">For the last couple of weeks, the wild birds have been busily scoping out the birdhouses we have scattered around the place. The box used by last year's bluebird couple is being checked out by another pair of bluebirds (or it might be the same pair that used it last year, dunno) and my husband saw a tufted titmouse sitting on top of it with a couple of sprigs of grass in its beak. A wren has poked its head in the door once or twice, too. So we'll see who ends up renting that unit. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A pair of Eastern bluebirds (I'm inclined to think it's the same pair mentioned above) is also constantly going in and out of a birdhouse in the garden. One day I saw the female messing around inside the house with a feather. She would poke her head out the door, feather in beak, look around, and then go back inside. Maybe she was doing a little spring cleaning. The couple has been busy around that house again today and they're also actively chasing other birds away from it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Last Saturday, we hung a new house in a tree outside my office window. Already tufted titmice and Carolina chickadees are chasing each other away from it. That afternoon I noticed an Eastern bluebird, a cardinal, big sparrow of some sort, numerous chickadees and titmice, and a lone wren checking it out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Then yesterday I spotted a chickadee going in and out of that house. It climbed beneath it to check out the bottom; next the little guy examined the back of the house. Guess he/she wanted to make sure everything is in good shape. Later, there were two chickadees looking it over. I think one of them was the one who was there earlier, determined the house was okay, and then went after its mate. ("Oh, Honey, you just have to see this house! It's in a good neighborhood, has lots of room for the kids, and access to water and a well stocked grocery store.") We'll see what happens from here. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Garden note: My Japanese magnolia is covered with beautiful purple flowers! These trees look strange with their bare, leafless branches all decked out in flowers, but I love them! They smell nice, too.</span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-1170360871402548892007-02-01T12:07:00.001-08:002007-02-01T12:14:31.440-08:00I'm still here!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">Wow. I remembered my password. And it still works! Does anybody remember me? </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">Looks like I have some catching up to do. I'll get busy and try to learn the new stuff and be back soon to update this thing. Hope to see everyone around!</span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-1148917445916036252006-05-29T08:11:00.000-07:002006-05-30T20:50:16.646-07:00Attention, Absolute Write Fans!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;">Hi, everyone! For various reasons, I've failed to update my blog in a looooong time. So, without further ado, here are a few brief tidbits: the bluebirds fledged and the parents are already anxious to start another family (but they have to wait until the birdhouse is dried and hung back up on the post--I cleaned it this morning), my roses and gardenias are blooming (yay!), I've had tons of work to do (deadlines next week, a real biggie the following week, and then on to new projects and assignments--woohoo!), and spending time with my lovely family. On the homefront and work front, all is well.</span><br /><br />As for my beloved Absolute Write, not so good. I've been so upset I haven't even posted anything! So many others have, though, and they have done such wonderful jobs that anything I could say would pale in comparison. If you're interested in finding out what's what, check out the following sites.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.jennaglatzer.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jenna Glatzer</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">, owner of Absolute Write, blogs about it. So does </span><a href="http://dawnonowyouseeit.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Dawno</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">, and she has a whole bunch of links that pretty much cover everything. Scroll down through her blog and check it out--don't miss her links to the relevant posts on </span><a href="http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/archives/007577.html#007577"><span style="font-size:130%;">Making Light </span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">and Miss Snark's blog. If you were a member of Absolute Write and haven't yet found it, Roger Carlson has graciously set up a </span><a href="http://www.rogerjcarlson.com/forum/writerforum/default.asp"><span style="font-size:130%;">gathering place </span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">for our displaced folks.<br /><br />I apologize for the brevity of my remarks, but if you check out the above links, you'll find plenty of information, tons of other links, and updates on the situation. Hang in there, Absolute Writers!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>*Donate*</strong> <span style="color:#000000;">Want to</span> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">donate to the cause? Here are two easy ways: </span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Go read <a href="http://jennaglatzer.blogspot.com/2006/05/need-help.html">Jenna's post</a> about it. Or:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">Cl<span style="font-size:130%;">ick the button:</span> <a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_xclick&business=paypal%40absolutewrite%2ecom&item_name=Contribution%20toward%20Absolute%20Write%20legal%20funds%2c%20hosting%2c%20rebuild%2c%20etc%2e&no_shipping=2&amp;amp;amp;no_note=1&tax=0&currency_code=USD&bn=PP%2dDonationsBF&charset=UTF%2d8"><img src="http://www.rogerjcarlson.com/forum/writerforum/forum_images/x-click-but21.gif" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">*Flash*</span></strong> Get your copy of <strong><em>The Street Smart Writer </em></strong>written by Jenna Glatzer and Daniel Steven and support AW, too! Just click the button for info.</span><br /><br /><a title="Get your copy of The Street Smart Writer and support AW, too!" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0974934445/absolutewrite" target="new"><img src="http://www.mattdinniman.com/aw2.gif" /></a>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-1145226089947112382006-04-16T15:10:00.000-07:002006-04-16T19:51:55.753-07:00A Few Pictures<span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Here's a nice shot of the male bluebird as he prepares to enter the box. Isn't he dressed in a beautiful shade of blue?</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/bluebird1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/320/bluebird1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Here's our brand new car port. Now all we have to do is put in the gravel and then plant flowers and stuff around the sides. And best of all, the bluebird couple wasn't the least bit disturbed by all the hustle and bustle! The nest building is progressing smoothly. </span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/carport.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/320/carport.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333399;">It's a good thing noise and activity doesn't bother them. I had company later that afternoon and it sure wasn't quiet around here! The kids love to play outside when they're here and our big up-and-down front yard keeps them busy. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Hills are made for little boys to roll down...</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/roll.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/320/roll.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">and for little girls to run up!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/chelrun.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/320/chelrun.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><em>I hope you all had a lovely Easter weekend!</em></span>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-1145033605642051812006-04-14T09:50:00.000-07:002006-04-14T09:53:25.656-07:00Gardening BluebirdsWrites With Feathers has been gardening! Last weekend we started a lovely flower garden in front of the house. I say started because I don't know if we'll ever finish—we keep thinking of other things we'd like to stick in there.<br /><br />So far, we have a hybrid tea rose (Blue Girl, which is actually a very pretty shade of lavender), a butterfly bush, a hydrangea that is already bushing out like you wouldn't believe, and a 'Mystery' gardenia. Then there are the three maples we planted last year, and a couple of new dwarf Alberta spruce trees; we put one at each end of the garden. We'll decide what else will go in this plot later.<br /><br />The other flower beds run along the front porch and a week or so ago I planted some cannas (The President, which is a vibrant shade of deep red) and two colors of bearded iris (Full Tide, an absolutely gorgeous shade of blue, and Cherub's Smile, a delicate shade of pink) in them. The cannas are doing well, but the irises haven't broken the ground yet. I'm trying to resist the urge to dig them up to see what's going on. (Roots yet? Well, why not??) Oh, yes, and we also planted some 'sticks' a friend gave us. They're going to be Angel Trumpets if they ever put out any leaves or anything. At least, I'm sure they're rooted (I looked). And at this point, the deer are leaving the shrubs in those beds alone—after they ate all the leaves and pruned every one of them nearly to the ground a few weeks ago!<br /><br />Unfortunately, the camellias didn't fare so well. Right after they started to bloom, we had a serious freeze and the flowers that had already bloomed dropped off. The buds I was so optimistic about never opened. Oh, well. When I fed the other shrubs and flowers, I made sure to give them some, too and now they're sporting lots of new growth. They'll be fine I'm sure (fingers crossed). Oh, and the cypress trees we set out last year are growing like gangbusters. I love those things.<br /><br />I have Eastern bluebird news!! There's a pair setting up housekeeping in a box near the end of our 32' front porch. They've been busily carrying nesting materials into the box. The male just can't seem to get it right; often the female removes what he takes in! I can just hear her: "What do you think you're doing? I'm not having that in my nest!"<br /><br />Here's where the bluebird gardening comes in: we mulched the new flower garden yesterday. Today I see the female poking around in the mulch and taking shreds of something into the box. Apparently, some of the stuff in the mulch is of a consistency that strikes her fancy! I did see the male emerge from the box with some of it, though. He brought it to a porch rail where he spent several minutes poking, stretching, and pulling at it. When he finished, the female fluttered over to check it out, gave her approval, and took it into the birdhouse.<br /><br />But there may be a hitch on the bluebird front. We've having a carport installed today and it's going up only about 18' from their box. I'll know by late this afternoon if they've been spooked away.<br /><br />Pictures of the gardens and bluebirds will follow soon. Be well!Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-1144078087046527402006-04-03T08:14:00.000-07:002006-04-03T09:12:44.343-07:00Parrot Foot-itis<p>Dear Friends and Neighbors:<br /><br />There's a little known affliction spreading among parrot fanciers (okay, among two parrot fanciers as far as I can confirm, and one of them doesn't even have a parrot) that I fear may become epidemic. Are you at risk? Answer this brief questionnaire to evaluate your susceptibility:<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>1. Have you recently discovered at least one parrot feather among your possessions?<br />2. Are there tiny parrot-shaped beauty marks covering your feet and ankles?<br />3. Do you feel an unusually strong urge to consume *green bean casserole, even when it's not a holiday?<br />4. Do you read this blog?<br /></strong></span><br />If you answered 'yes' to any of the questions, then I'm afraid you may be high-risk for infection. I'm sorry to say that there is no cure. The best advice I can offer is to find other parrot people and hang out with them. It may not make the problem go away, but at least nobody will gawk at you (not much, anyway; they'll be careful not to be obvious).<br /><br />I myself suffer from Parrot Foot-itis. The photograph below shows how extensive it is at this point. I must warn you, the picture is quite graphic. Do not view if you suffer from nervousness, sleeplessness, or crankiness. If you've just eaten, wait at least 30 minutes before viewing or it could cause cramps.<br /><br />Scroll...<br /><br />Down....<br /><br />I'm trying to protect the innocent...<br /><br />Ready??<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/parrotfootgb.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/320/parrotfootgb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So I missed April Fool's day by a few hours - Happy April 3rd!</p><p>*Green bean casserole - inside joke! I just might post my favorite recipe one of these days - so long as Dawno posts hers, too. :D</p>Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-1143820201155518072006-03-31T07:30:00.000-08:002006-03-31T08:01:40.186-08:00More Rio :)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/riomine.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/320/riomine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a picture of Rio I meant to post with the others and forgot. I'd ordered some toys from <a href="http://sonoranparrots.com/">Sonoran Parrots </a>for the birds and here he is browsing through the smaller ones. He finally chose the little green airplane and in a matter of minutes, reduced it to teensy bits of chewed-up plastic. Good times.<br /><br />I don't know if the pose gives you any idea of his size, but he's perched on my arm. Of course, my arm isn't terribly big so I don't suppose that's a real good gauge of measurement. *grin* Think of it like this: his beak is almost the size of a budgie's (parakeet's) head. He looks quite huge beside Sun conures or cockatiels. But then I look at him next to Pancho and think how small he is! (Pancho's a <i>big</i> fella.)<br /><br />And Rio insisted that I repost the computer picture - it seems I didn't make it clear who that was busily working his little talons off. That's <i><b>Rio</i></b> at the keyboard, not Pancho. Rio got his beak quite out of joint with me over that. Sheesh. Prima donna. At least I didn't mention that my biggest concern when he's working is poop between the keys, and not any typos he might make. Yeah, good thing I didn't mention <i>that.</i> <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/riowork.1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/320/riowork.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh, you people are gonna be so sorry you asked about the birds. Bwahahahah! There's <b>more</b> to come!Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22453477.post-1143662872744310602006-03-29T11:12:00.000-08:002006-03-31T08:07:12.980-08:00Meet the Parrots!At long last, here are my guys. See, I really do have parrots!<br /><br />Pancho is an Orange-winged Amazon who has been with me since 1991. He's a real love. Someday I'll tell you how we came to be a family. It's a great story.<br /><br />Rio is a Blue-crowned conure and the ruler of the world. Just ask him. He's been with me for nearly 20 years and is as much a part of me as my right arm.<br /><br />Pancho, as you see, is very photogenic. He often appears alongside my magazine articles. Rio isn't too shabby himself; he's been on the cover of a book! Enjoy.<br /><br />This is one of Pancho's favorite toys, from <a href="http://sonoranparrots.com/">Sonoran Parrots.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/panchtoy.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/200/panchtoy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And here he is wearing a toy on his head. Hey, I never said he was serious all the time!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/panchtoy2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/200/panchtoy2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I may have mentioned that I wrote a book about conures. Well, here's who really wrote it:<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/riowork.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/200/riowork.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Rio worked very hard on this project! Here's the finished product:<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/1600/conure2.2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5248/2283/200/conure2.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0764127837/sr=8-1/qid=1143662097/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-3767542-3780168?%5Fencoding=UTF8">The Conure Handbook</a> is available at Amazon.com (lots of other places, too).<br /><br />I hope you've enjoyed meeting the parrots. There's more to come; just stay tuned! Until then, be well, be happy, and be healthy.Anne C. Watkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05705012462687590578noreply@blogger.com7