Christmas morning
Dawn is my favourite time of day. I love its beauty, its promise. All is quiet as I wait for the first birds to appear at the feeders. A second cup of coffee tastes and smells even better than the first now that I've been awake for awhile reading Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri.
Wouldn't you know that a bluejay would be the fisrt in the lilac tree, a pit stop to check to see if the coast is clear, on his way to the seeds I spilled on purpose onto the snow beneath the small birds' feeder. Next, comes a morning dove which oddly made the bluejay flie away. I thought the jays were supposed to be bullies. That jay is a wuss. He just flew to the neighbour's yard. We are talking seconds between incoming flights, kind of like Schiphol airport in Amsterdam or O'Hare in Chicago. Another dove, a chickadee, where are the juncos? I usually miss this splendid show. At 7:34, I am on my way to school. What a luxury to be able to just sit here and watch.
The eastern sky was pink moments ago and as the sun rises above the horizon, the bare trees on the hills are glowing. I want to go out for a walk up the lane but I don't want Jacques to wake up to an empty house on Christmas morning even though we exchanged our small gifts before going to bed last night after returning from the toy fiesta at his sister's place. Yesterday, snow buntings kept ahead of me on my mid morning walk up the lane. I am going to try to walk up the lane everyday this vacation.
More birds. I'm out of practice and I need to get my bird book. A dozen goldfinches are scared away from a couple of passing crows. A junco landed right in front of me on the porch.
I have two birdfeeders that are made especially for small birds. They have outer cages which offer protection from larger birds. Jacques gave them to me for my birthday in October.
I just spoke to my brother on Skype. What a great invention, now anyone can call me up and see me in my jammies and bedhead with remnants of last night's mascara flaking beneath my tired eyes.
Wouldn't you know that a bluejay would be the fisrt in the lilac tree, a pit stop to check to see if the coast is clear, on his way to the seeds I spilled on purpose onto the snow beneath the small birds' feeder. Next, comes a morning dove which oddly made the bluejay flie away. I thought the jays were supposed to be bullies. That jay is a wuss. He just flew to the neighbour's yard. We are talking seconds between incoming flights, kind of like Schiphol airport in Amsterdam or O'Hare in Chicago. Another dove, a chickadee, where are the juncos? I usually miss this splendid show. At 7:34, I am on my way to school. What a luxury to be able to just sit here and watch.
The eastern sky was pink moments ago and as the sun rises above the horizon, the bare trees on the hills are glowing. I want to go out for a walk up the lane but I don't want Jacques to wake up to an empty house on Christmas morning even though we exchanged our small gifts before going to bed last night after returning from the toy fiesta at his sister's place. Yesterday, snow buntings kept ahead of me on my mid morning walk up the lane. I am going to try to walk up the lane everyday this vacation.
More birds. I'm out of practice and I need to get my bird book. A dozen goldfinches are scared away from a couple of passing crows. A junco landed right in front of me on the porch.
I have two birdfeeders that are made especially for small birds. They have outer cages which offer protection from larger birds. Jacques gave them to me for my birthday in October.
I just spoke to my brother on Skype. What a great invention, now anyone can call me up and see me in my jammies and bedhead with remnants of last night's mascara flaking beneath my tired eyes.
I can't believe that Jacques hesitated about buying me this tuque. "Have you seen my other hats?" I love it! I remember the sock monkey tuque with matching sock monkey puppet puppet mits I bought for yard duty. Jacques refused to walk with me in the village the first year I wore that get up. It is still on of my warmer ensembles. I can feel that this new tuque offers some stiff competition. The wind is picking up and I want to test this baby by walking across the field.
Come on, get up, Jacques!
Merry Christmas!!!
Labels: birdwatching, Christmas, Montebello
posted by Queenbeabea | 4:29 AM
3 Comments:
Happy Christmas Julia. Why not chat on skype, that would be great only i am not sure how we connect so will leave that to you. Our Christmas day is almost over, we have had a friend with us today, earlier i saw Steve and family on skype and talked to Dave. Looking forward to hearing from you, much love, Chris
Merry Christmas!
Thanks for your always uplifting observations. I hope that you and yours have a great holiday.
I will send you an email with my skype identity. Send me what your name is on skype via email and I will send you an invitation to chat. That will be great!
Post a Comment
<< Home