Hungry eyes

Click on the picture to make it larger. This is how animals nag at me to get their breakfast: They stare! I didn't have this problem until I moved out here in the pasture!

Four pairs of eyes, staring. This is what greets me every morning!

I'm anxious for the hummingbirds to return

Pauline lives in Texas, which puts her far south of me.

I was looking at her blog and saw that she's had a hummingbird show up at her feeder already, and he actually sat on her finger!

So I checked online to see how long I have to wait for hummingbirds. Looks like May 1 or thereabouts.

I have to say I didn't have much luck with my bird feeder this winter; I guess they didn't like what I served. Early in the fall I saw lots of finches feasting out there, but once winter arrived, nothing. So I'm anxious for hummingbirds; they always seemed to be grateful for what I offered them.

That hummingbird on the right? I stole it from Pauline. I didn't even ask; I have no shame.

Cliff and I went to the visitation for my aunt last night, and I saw some cousins I had not seen in years. One of Aunt Ruth's daughters had helped her sort pictures when she moved to the rest home, and gave me the ones she thought I might want. I had copies of some of them already, but there were a couple by which I was pleasantly surprised.


This Christmas card is from somewhere around 1990, I think. You can't imagine what a feat it was getting Cliff to hold that turkey; he is somewhat allergic to poultry (he gets all itchy). However, he preferred to let me hold the goose because geese poop a lot, and he didn't want to take the chance of getting pooped on.

This is a picture of me and my parents that I don't recall ever seeing before. Must have been a windy day, the way Daddy's hair is standing up.