I had planned to stick to posts about the

trip to the cabin for now. However there has been a

lot going on and I could not resist an entry.

 roses are as seen from our bedroom window

the day we got back. When we left only a few

hardy roses like Teresa Brunet had bloomed.

"Delight in the small

those that inhabit

only a corner of the mind,

the ones shaped by wind

and a season: a slip of

grass, the nameless flower

that offers its scent

to a small wind."

Delight in the Small, The Silent

From Lorne Crozier's The Garden 

Going on Without Us

The juvenile robins as seen from the living room

windows were also interesting. I have been

trying to figure out if the difference in marking

is age or sex based.

"In the square

there is a wall where the old men sit and watch 

the young go by; he is seated in a row with them.

Desires are already memories."  

                   Invisible Cities

                             Italo Calvino

All week a flock of young House Sparrows emptied the

feeders. The today a pair of Grackles with four or more

young showed up and things got loud.

Only one chick appeared to be begging and the

adult ignored the others and carried the cleaned 

seeds to the called chick. One can only imagine 

what it was like to feed all of them

In these shots we can see that the chick's feather colours

vary among the brood I assume that is because they hatch

at different times.

"Whosoever he is that shall hope to cure this malady 

in himself or any other, must first rectify these 

passions and perturbations of the mind:

 the chiefest cure consists in them. A quiet mind 

is that pleasure."

                          Anatomy of Melancholy

                           Robert Burton