Sometimes You Beat The Bird, Sometimes The Bird Beats You

Notice the cute small bird on my planter?

Cute as a button and stubborn as a mule, lol!

This wee creature began a nest on the top of one of my
porch columns. Late in the season for nest creation.
Hers was well built, a lot of hard work. Mud, hay, moss. Impressive.
Still I had to dissuade her. An excellent location for her, not so much for me
or for the porch. Or screen door, or the windows, or the furniture or cushions.

I moved with decisive stealth and vigor!

I removed her nest before egging occurred.

I did so once.

Twice.

Three times.

FOUR times.
FIVE times

(while reminding her who was in charge here) lol

SIX TIMES OH MY GOSH LITTLE BIRD!

Then I remembered an old plastic owl that I'd had in the gardens, now in the barn. Out it came, to see if it could deter little bird, set up a sense of predator drama in her mind. I captured this picture of little bird confronted with big bad scary owl during their first beak to beak meeting...

(and yes there IS a PAINT can in the image, always a paint can!

I will perish with a paint can in-hand lol)

Little bird studies the turn of events.
She ponders.

She considers.

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What I did not catch was an image of the sight of little bird
not only sitting near to but snuggled up to owl
Oh little bird, you vex me, yet I admire your moxie!

Sometimes you beat the (little) bird

Sometimes the (little) bird beats you lol

 

(excerpt from the ever growing pages/chapters of

my humble attempt at a first book. The sum of which chronicles

the entire story: the why, how & adventure of how I came to the farm,

to life in farm country. Of what forced, what sent me seeking, finding, repairing

and hesitantly loving this once decrepit old farm. The journey that began at a time

when most are 'sizing down'. The tiny little massive huge sad wonderful scary brave

story of how I lost my mind and my heart and set off on my lunatic, ill-advised escape!)



As Tho They Were Long Lost Friends

The old trunk whispered 'save me' as I approached.

Surrounded by a lifetime accumulation of both the grand and the grim

she waited on the grass near the old barn.

She watched from behind the house for sale sign and hoped.

Longing to be useful, to be needed, to be wanted

(As do we all....)

You know of course that she came home with me lol

The moment the trunk entered the front room of the farm

I knew in the same way I had known I belonged with the farm that the trunk

had also arrived precisely where it belonged.

Under this lace filled window was found a perfect fit, each for the other.

They seemed to have belonged to each other, old house, window & trunk, forever.

(The same way it occurs with people and run down old farms sometimes).

Trunk was empty of contents when I bought her, but I sensed filled with stories.

Stuffed with adventures. Sadly I am not fully fluent in 'trunk-speak' but old house is...

I had the contented feeling that the old girl (my farm) and trunk immediately

began to share stories - of times past, of their people, of feeling lost & of being loved again.

I tried to eavesdrop, but alas could capture of their banter none.
(tho I could well imagine their tales of loss, of love, of life, were much like ours)

 It makes me smile each time I see them, now together

As tho they were long lost friends

found at last again.

(excerpt from the ever growing pages/chapters of

my humble attempt at a first book. The sum of which chronicles

the entire story:  the why, how & adventure of how I came to the farm,

 to life in farm country. Of what forced, what sent me seeking, finding, repairing

and hesitantly loving this once decrepit old farm. The journey that began at a time

when most are 'sizing down'.   The tiny little massive huge sad wonderful scary brave

story of how I lost my mind and my heart and set off  on my lunatic, ill-advised escape!)

PS Trunk holds all the  coming and going shoes, boots, sandals and the like wonderfully!

I chose to only gently clean her, leaving all the age and adventures

of her long life which she wears gracefully.

So it begins

In the process of creating this blog two amusing occurrences arose.
First was the realization that today is April 1st, April Fools Day.

Second was that when my first two word verification attempts failed
the third word that presented because of those two failures was kind of quirky & amusing.
My third cyber-generated verification word was:

Word Verification	dUmsT

Which from word shortening so often when texting I  instantly saw as dumbest.  Uh-oh.

So here I am with a new blog created on April Fools Day and a successful word verification of 'dumst'  (aka dumbest). Hmmm.  I hope that's not an omen lol (and if it IS I hope it pertains to the blog and not me) We'll see... Tho both do foreshadow, to greater and lesser degree, some of the tales to be told I'm certain both past/present and future. 

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Some of the how it all began of course. The beginning was not pretty, not easy, not chosen yet loved.  Years of journaling about the entire process may one day evolve into something. But here, now, for the world to see, enough history enough to make some sense of it all.......

The future writings I'd love to weave into a fabric of 'the love of old shared'....

So, if you hear the voice of old houses, can't walk by a scrap yard or furniture at the side of the road you may feel at home here.  If you  hear abandoned pieces of furniture calling out to you to save them you'll find you're not alone. (I hear them too).  If you sometimes wonder (and other times KNOW lol) you are insane then we have a great deal in common.

If those unconfirmed/confirmed (moments) of insanity are rooted in (trying to) rehab an old house, repair old furniture, old books, old jewelry, old whatever you're going to think we must know each other somehow. Why?

Because (hopefully) you'll occasionally find yourself nodding, laughing, crying and understanding as you read these words I've decided to write if only for myself because really? who'll read this, lol  document/share.

If you find your way here ~ welcome.