MY FIRST POST from Wenatchee will be misleading. i'm not moved here yet, but i'm posting it anyway.
It's a clear morning, typical of Wenatchee in springtime. All the birds are out.
I've been watching a litttle quail pair wander around the property...she's obviously gravid or they're watching a nest of new quailettes.
I'm channeling my mom this morning: she loved them, and she would stand outside for what seemed like hours, just watching the birds, with her arms crossed and her little cardigan on.
But she was smitten with the quails, their babies tagging along in a row, looking like ambulating walnuts, and the little family was her charge. It snowed one year, and when she looked out to her crabapple it was full to bursting with quail, just roosting in the branches. I know it made her swoon and she was forever watching for them after that.
Of course karma is at work--Terrie and I used to hear her comments about them, and as self-indulgent teens, we thought 'BORing!' or 'whatever.'
Now I'm leaning out the kitchen window, at an uncomfortable angle, with a gleeful grin on my face. Delighting in the quail.
It's a clear morning, typical of Wenatchee in springtime. All the birds are out.
I've been watching a litttle quail pair wander around the property...she's obviously gravid or they're watching a nest of new quailettes.
I'm channeling my mom this morning: she loved them, and she would stand outside for what seemed like hours, just watching the birds, with her arms crossed and her little cardigan on.
But she was smitten with the quails, their babies tagging along in a row, looking like ambulating walnuts, and the little family was her charge. It snowed one year, and when she looked out to her crabapple it was full to bursting with quail, just roosting in the branches. I know it made her swoon and she was forever watching for them after that.
Of course karma is at work--Terrie and I used to hear her comments about them, and as self-indulgent teens, we thought 'BORing!' or 'whatever.'
Now I'm leaning out the kitchen window, at an uncomfortable angle, with a gleeful grin on my face. Delighting in the quail.
