Winter remains alive and well here in Cascade foothills with some of the coldest temperatures of the season and more white fluff continuing to fall from the sky. It’s beautiful looking out, and beautiful once out albeit a bit chilly! Chickadees rush the feeder, along with Purple Finch, and in place of Waxwings, we’ve had… Continued
Juncos and chickadees usher in the new year, chatting away as they visit the feeder, then hop atop the snowbanks, or zip over to the elderberry bush where a shrike lurks nearby hoping to catch one off guard so he/she can peg it to a rosehip thorn, or barbed wire fence. Administrations change, viruses… Continued
Whether it feels a lot like Christmas or not, it definitely is beginning to look a lot like Christmas, at least from our perch up here in the Rendezvous. This morning we woke to another 5-6” of fresh snow, and now as the sun reaches its height for the day, finches and chickadees and juncos… Continued
That fast, the countryside has transformed from a very brief fall to early winter. The birds know it, the deer dread it, we humans perhaps feel mixed. Regardless, Mother Nature rolls on with unending surprises; with unending beauty. You’ve read it here before: Mother Nature always has a way of balancing things out. At the… Continued
From a late start to Fall, we’ve gone right to an early beginning of winter in scarcely 3 weeks’ time! My, a faster change I do not recall here in the North Cascades. Yet, I had the feeling, after months on end of high pressure, that we might be “living on borrowed time”. Indeed. The… Continued
We are a couple of days past the autumn equinox as I write these notes, and finally, we got a shower last evening! This is noteworthy because I believe it has been 3 months since we’ve had significant rain and our drought rolls on. Up here in the Rendezvous, we’ve also been frost-free for 6… Continued
And there lay this lovely note tucked under a hand-made scythe alongside my combine when I arrived to check on our Pasayten hard white wheat field. The note read: “Farmer Sam, Wishing you and all at Bluebird Grains Farm a bountiful and successful harvest! Here’s a piece of the valley history for you to… Continued
Despite the 9 hour absence from their mother, the swallow chicks lived! Their chirps grew needier and louder for days following my hasty return to “home base” with the John Deere a month ago and continued for a couple of weeks. Then, that fast, they fledged – leaving a streak of gone-by regurgitation on the… Continued
June, sweet June indeed. I can think of a few sweeter than this June. Although it comes as some sort of irony in the midst of COVID, weather-wise I can’t think of a finer spring than this in the 27 years now I’ve been fortunate enough to call the Methow home. The typical dry April… Continued
Birds… birds birds, and birds. What else to say about this time of year? What else to say during this time? Their business, their quick, urgent “bossy” early morning voice; their long, soulful evening song. The brilliant orange of our Bullock’s Oriole perched every evening in the elderberry bush outside our dining room window. The… Continued