Wednesday, May 08, 2013

My Strange Bird


See him directly below the pigeon. He looks and moves like a white blackbird but has black markings.
And he's camera shy

For get me not!  No chance!

Bluebells for our man in the north

The big tree  about to burst forth.

There's the church but where's the steeple?


Mum's maple growing far too tall.

The view from the sun room. Joy came to tea.
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31 comments:

Mike and Ann said...

Hello Pat. I think the bird in your photo is probably an albino blackbird. Unusual, but they do turn up occasionally. A closer photograph would help (I've enlarged this one). Is his/her beak yellow or brown? This would indicate his sex - yellow for a male, brown for a female.

Kim Ayres said...

Ahh - bluebells - thank you for thinking of me :)

We had summer yesterday - I think it reached 20 degrees Celcius - the warmest day this year - in fact the warmest day since about this time last year.

However, it's wet and gloomy today - Autumn's arrived, I think...

Pat said...

Mike and Ann: I do get much closer but never when I have the camera . I shall note the colour of his beak but suspect he's a boy.

Kim: MTL's photies are a constant pleasant reminder.
Sorry about your weather.

OldLady Of The Hills said...

Everything looks so very Beautiful, dear Pat.....The Spring is bursting forth in your very lovely garden....
It's so nice the Birds are visiting---can't really see the little on all that well....But I love that he has come to visit....!
On Friday it was 94 degrees here...then, by Sunday it was in the high 60's and Monday brought the pouring rain....! We need it badly. My Patio was completely flooded.....Each day brings it's own thing....! Happy Spring, my dear Pat....!

Pearl said...

How beautiful.

"Joy came to tea." I am sincerely hoping that Joy is both a person AND an emotion. What else could one feel on such a beautiful day?

Pearl

kenju said...

Lovely photos, as usual. Spring has come to you. We still have cool temps, but it is getting warmer later this week.

John Greenwood said...

Mike and Ann sound about right. I can't zoom in close enough.

Pat said...

Naomi: I told Face Book about today's most moving post.
Your beautiful song.

Pearl: Joy lost her husband just over a year ago so she has been and is a guiding light.

Judy: brief visit - now it has gone again.

angryparsnip said...

You know how much I love when you post photos of your garden, So beautiful and so different from mine.

I have always wanted since I was a little girl (nursery rhymes first) bluebells in my garden along with
For get me not and Lillie of the Valley.

It looks like a wonderful sunny day.

cheers, parsnip

About Last Weekend said...

You must live in the sunniest part of England - there's always glorious blue skies in your photos. What an idyll...views over the hills, deep green grass and the blue flowers and loads of places to rest your gaze.

Pat said...

ALW: yes we never regretted choosing to live here and - in spite of being off the beaten track the extended family enjoy it too.

Gadjo Dilo said...

'Joy came to tea' would be a lovely title for an autobiography! Come on Pat, they say that everybody has at least one book in them....

Pat said...

Mike and Ann: his beak is yellow.

Gadjo: the book is written. Maybe I should change the title.

mapstew said...

Beautiful photies as per..

I like Gadjo's idea. :¬)

xxxx

Pat said...

Map: I'm coming round to it too:)

Mike and Ann said...

When I was a boy there was an albino blackbird about a mile from us. Over the next four or five years he became steadily more white (I know the feeling) until he was completely white. He raised a brood every year, one or two of whom had odd white feathers. Years later (in the early seventies I think) Ann and I stayed at a small hotel near the Cathedral Close in Winchester, where there was a white blackbird in the Hotel garden, where he was regularly fed by the staff, who said he'd been there for some years. I think they must be very territorial birds to stay in one place for so long.

Pat said...

Parsnip: the bluebells, forget me nots and primroses are quite wild.
Lily of the valley I have to plant.

Mike and Ann: this one first appeared around Christmas time and seems to be settled here. Tonight I saw a black and white cat actually climbing up to the bird stations. I banged on the window and it slunk off. That doesn't sound correct grammatically.

Eryl said...

Goodness, you have summer there. Your garden is looking gorgeous, love those forget-me-nots.

Marjolein said...

Spring is here! :)

This beautiful weather was a bit overdue... We're having the same weather here and the garden is doing so well. I need to make a note to take pictures soon.

Pat said...

Eryl: here today - gone tomorrow.

Marjolein: tie a knot in your handkerchief:)

Mage said...

Just lovely views of spring. Nope, I can't guess what he is. Darn.

Pat said...

Mage: best bet seems to be an albino blackbird.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Like Pearl, I love that line, "Joy came to tea." At first I thought you were talking about joy in this glorious garden, with you drinking tea...then I realised it's Joy, your friend.

There once was an albino fern leaf in this garden!

Nea said...

You have a beautiful garden, and if I was an albino blackbird this is where I would seek refuge.

Guyana-Gyal said...

...oops...I mean, in *our* garden, there once was an albino fern leaf.

Mike and Ann said...

G.G. I'm disappointed. That first sentence 'there once was....' sounded like the beginning of a good story; and now I shan't be able to hear it.
Boooo.

Pat said...

Nea: oh it's not you then?

Mike and Ann: always great stories over at Guyana Gyal.

Mike and Ann said...

No, Nea is not an albino anything, just a blonde Englishwoman in Sweden, so no one notices.

Pat said...

Mike and Ann: :)

rashbre said...

To start with I thought your birdie might be a shrike or even something seafaring, but it doesn't seem to have a black mask across its face, so I'll go with the white blackbird theory.

Pat said...

Rashbre: yes I think that is the best bet.
Still trying to get his close-up.