Lumberton Birds, including Bluebirds
Pete McCord can see bluebirds from his back deck. A few days before Pete saw the bluebirds behind his home, nine Medford Leas Birders took a walk on Lumberton Trails and recorded 33 species of birds. Continue reading for Pete’s account of the disappearance and reappearance of bluebirds and Robert Koch’s report on the birding excursion the week before.
Jumping Right In – Our First Spring
It is April 1. This morning I found myself looking right into the tree in front of our kitchen window and it was covered with airy pink flowers! Overnight it decided to get going and it looked like a good two-thirds of the buds had already begun to spring (I couldn’t stop myself) open.
Jumping Right In – Our First Snowstorm Here
This week Puxatawney Phil, the ‘winter’s end’ predicting groundhog, said we were not going to get an extension of winter this year, just the usual February 2 plus six weeks. So, assuming he is correct, winter ends on March 15!
But, before that, I wanted to tell you about our first snowstorm experience here.
29th Annual Winter Bird Census – 27 species, 800 birds
On the Medford campus there were 27 species, 800 birds; at the 17th winter census on the Lumberton Campus there were 34 species and more than 2000 birds, more than a thousand of which were Canada Geese. Both campuses had swarms of robins filling up on bright red holly berries.
Jumping Right In – A Concert
I came by my fondness for classical music in my childhood. Sundays started with church, then a big breakfast made by my father, on to clean-up, reading the papers, and playing in our rooms. Early afternoon, we had a formal dinner of chicken, biscuits, gravy, creamed carrots, in the dining room, I would be still in my Sunday dress and my younger brothers in their white shirts, ties, and Brylcreme. Then it was nap time.
Jumping Right In: A Holiday Wish
This may not sound like a holiday greeting card, inviting you to enjoy the warmth of the season and the promise of a new year. But it is.
There is nothing like relocating, to start a new phase of life, to make you overwhelmingly aware of all you have, and all you want and think you want, of possessions, routine and tradition.