Sunday, December 31, 2006
Saturday, December 30, 2006
The long, winding, icy road was a concern at times.
We found a friendly fellow to lead us through the blizzard in Nebraska. We were traveling like 53 million other Holiday Ramblers. Our daughter packed a cooler and a snack box for our homeward bound journey. We had weather events. Our daughter once again was at the nerve center.
Thank you Hausefrau for keeping Corner.
You do have soft moss!
Friday, December 29, 2006
Q and I picked it out while she was in town. It was a controversial purchase. Housemate (my life partner) prefers not to encourage birds to come near. He claims to have been twice attacked by birds. Claims.
It's been wet and cold. The only birds in evidence this week have been the crows, and even they are keeping to the clouds.
About the only living thing having a heyday out there is the moss. It's everywhere, and I'm afraid to touch it, because it seems related to mold, which is hateful.
Hm, the moss does look nice and soft and good for petting, though. Maybe I'll go touch it a little bit and then run away shrieking.
I'm waiting for birds to find the feeder and for Q and Qpid to call in with their report.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Many mountains and rivers lay in their path. I will be girling the blog until their safe arrival home.
They called in to let me know they have bedded down for the night.
I and Housemate will keep the cribbage board warm for them.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
We went out and about for daytime Christmas Eve activity.
One full city block and five floors of books entertained us for at least two hours.
We made our Christmas Eve book picks. We will be entertained for hours.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
She was our nerve center as we came across the country. We dodged ice, snow, sleet and fog because she routed us around the storms.
Through the rabbit hole we fell to her garden gate.
Thirty-two hours and thirty-two minutes, 2030 miles, 2.75 gallons of coffee and nine states, to share the Yuletide.
Thank you Housefrau for keeping Corner.
Today's Oregon bird report is on the Western Scrub Jay. In Missouri and Colorado, I was accustomed to seeing regular old Blue Jays, with the pointy head feathers. So when I moved here a couple months ago, I was surprised to see these fellows:
The bird book says that this is the Western Scrub Jay, and they are prolific around my house. Someone must be putting peanuts out for them, because as I sit at my computer and look out the back window, they like to perch on the fence with peanuts in their mouths to show off. This morning I saw two of them arguing over a peanut.
The bird book says that these birds save their food for later by burying it in the ground. So if a bunch of peanut vines (I am just guessing they grown on vines--I have never heard of a peanut tree) sprout this spring, I'll know why.
Boy, those birds sure do love peanuts.
Last things first: my mom and dad are nestled safely in eastern Washington and are resting up for tomorrow's final leg of their drive though the Columbia River Gorge:
Again, not my photo. Whenever I've driven through the gorge, I've been too petrified to take pictures. Q's been calling in when she can, and I've been feeding her weather reports from the internet (Montana is not so big on wifi and cell phone coverage, it seems). She should be here tomorrow afternoon and will be able to post hello to everyone!
On to Oregon news: I saw a little collection of Juncos! I am pretty sure they were the dark-eyed variety. Here is what they looked like:
Aaack! That is not a Dark-eyed Junco! But that is the first result if you do a Google image search for "junco." Hm, I guess he is kinda dark-eyed. And dark-haired. And dark-mustached. Shudder.
Okay, okay, on with the birds. I saw five of these friendly fellows:
Small! And Grey-headed! And they totally went "peep"!
So that's the bird situation here in Oregon. I know that Q's birds back home have plenty of seed and water for the holiday.