Nora and the red squirrel:
I’m quite sure it’s same squirrel each time. There seems to be only one, often appearing in the bird feeder, thinking no one is around, until I open the door to the porch room and Nora races past me. I’ve seen this squirrel literally fly off the feeder onto the trunk of the big tree that has become so popular with the birds, as Nora lurches onto the windowsill barking her very insistent bark. The birds don’t seem to mind this little bit of red fur that has joined them, scampering to safety high up in the branches to settle in, out of reach.
Now Nora is frantic. I let her out and she races to the tree, would climb it I’m sure if she could, sniffs the trail the squirrel made getting here, and seemingly gives up. But she hovers. Circles the tree. Pretends she is looking out in the meadow, and belies her nonchalance by periodically looking back up into the tree.
I’m fascinated with Nora’s obsession with this squirrel. A little warm blooded mammal like her, with red fur not all that different than her golden yellow fur. I know she just wants to play. I wonder, why not? Why couldn’t these two be friends?
Trillium and Yellow Trout Lily:
It’s that exciting time of spring walking in the woods and making sightings of new growth. A plethora of deep red trillium and bright yellow trout lily live here and first encounters this past week have stopped stopped me in my tracks. They’re hard to spot at first.
They have their faces down, as if communing with the earth they just sprang from. Two very different flowers, acting exactly the same way. Having my iPod camera is a blessing here. Squatting, I can slip the flat of the screen into the sliver of space between the downward facing flower and the ground, in an attempt to capture what is there.
I wonder, why are both these flowers both looking at the ground? What preciousness are they hiding?
Portrait of Goldfinch in red:
The goldfinches arrived last week. Lots of them, taking over the feeders the way the chickadees had a month ago. It’s amazing to see so much yellow flashing all at once, see them all on the feeder at the same time. Every day they’ve been here feasting. Every day I worry that the blackbirds will drive them away, but every day they are still here, watching out for each other, holding their ground. It feels like a big family. They disappear together and arrive together. The big tree with the red blossoms that has become camouflage for most of the other birds is simply a stage set for the goldfinch. It becomes a yellow diamond in a setting of red stars.