There is nothing in our year that animates us like the arrival of the martins. The martin house was here when we bought the house. It sat on a clothesline post. Much closer to the ground that has always been advised. Eventually we moved it just a bit to the side of the garden straight in back of our house on a longer pole.
The wonderful thing about martins is that they fly here from Brazil!!! We lived a few years in Brazil and it always is a special thing to us that the martins come here from Brazil and fly from here back to Brazil after a few months.
Evidently the martins imprint the location of where they were born in order to come back to this particular place. Whenever there has been some crazy weather south of us we are afraid that they might not be able to make it.
We await the scouts (about three or four martins come early and then go back to say that the coast is clear to the others) and the arrival of the rest occurs about a week or so later. Whoopee and double whoopee.
One of the reasons I love living in our house is the arrival of these annual visitors. They are so fabulous... and they swoop down on the bugs - mosquitoes, etc, for their food and then go back and feed the mama birds in the house.
I can't help it. I've fallen in love with them over the years. Whoopee!
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I was outside earlier this evening and it was so peaceful listening to the sound of the chirping birds.
Your walking two miles today is fantastic...and in the rain. I am impressed. I do walk up to Jeff's with my walking sticks but that's about it now. I haven't been up in the mountains for a long while. Tonight there was an annual Årt Walk. I just went to our Cafe downstairs...it was humming. Janiece and Jeff were doing hosting duties. This afternoon there was about a 2 hour parade of some sort. a couple bands. they are ignoring the signs of winter weather. The snow has melted from our snowfall of a couple days ago.
My goal is to be in good shape for the July party. Loe, fran.
That's Love, Fran
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