Early August sunrise

As I write this post, there’s a little bit of drama going on our back yard which was inadvertently my fault but I’m hoping it will all work out well. I’ll get to all that in a moment, however. When it all unfolded, I was quietly sitting with my laptop in my favorite spot here in the living room and looking at some photos that I’d found on the camera disk. My husband told me he’d taken them early yesterday morning on his walk with George.


And they really are lovely.




He was standing at the western edge of the property; the house is at the lower right of the picture above.





You can see it better in this one.





I love how the colors of the sky keep changing.

And although it’s nice to be able to stay in bed before the sun comes up, there’s few things as magical as watching a beautiful sunrise.





I couldn’t believe this one. These are the true colors of the sky and I love that blue.

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Back to what’s going on outside . . .


In July before we left for Maine, a Carolina Wren decided to make her nest in one of the hanging baskets on the little porch out back.

Here’s what the back porch in early June, when the hanging baskets were small. Right now, they’re overflowing, and the wren fashioned herself a private little nest in the New Guinea impatiens basket at the far right.


Porch in June


The babies were born a couple of weeks ago and there are four of them.

 

I took this photo six days ago.

 

 

And tonight, as I do every night, I watered the plant as gently as I could and to my surprise and dismay, I startled three of the babies out of their nest.

 

 

I watched as they flew from branch to branch on the big bush, trying to hold on and finally coming to rest on the ground. Their attempts to get back to the nest failed and at one point, I snuck outside and got the photo below.

 

 

You can still the little tufts of feathers sticking out of this little one’s head ~

We continued to watch as the mother finally showed up and began directing her brood to the safety of the garden. The light is fading and I hope they all get to where they need to be.

I felt badly about it for awhile, but after reading that the young ones are usually ready to leave the nest in 12-14 days, I realized that’s right on the mark here. I just hope they stay safe.

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