A thunderstorm went through over night. It wasn't very violent and it didn't last very long, but there was a lot of rain for a little while. No more storms are expected today. There's nothing on the radar.
Here's a photo, taken this morning, looking out the den window at the south forty. You can see that Ken's been busy cleaning up and organizing the greenhouse. There's still a lot to do. You can also see two of our neighbors' houses across the road. One is lived in full-time and the other is a vacation house that belongs to a Parisian woman. She's comes down a few times each summer and her son comes down for weekends and such through the year.
While I was preparing this post, a bird (female blackbird, I think) flew into the greenhouse (the door is open), hit the glass ceiling (!) pretty hard, then bounced into that beige bucket you can see on the ground just inside the door. I ran downstairs to shoo it out, but not before closing the door into the house. The bird was sitting in the bucket, stunned and breathing pretty hard. I picked up the bucket, pointed it toward the door, and the bird took off like a shot. Free!
I hope the blackbird didn’t suffer any ill effects. I do love that little green house.
ReplyDeleteI need to work on my potted plants, too. The blackbird was lucky to have been rescued by you.
ReplyDeleteOh, my goodness, what a stroke of luck that you happened to be watching. Gracious!
ReplyDeletemitch, I think it was just stunned. We've seen it happen before.
ReplyDeleteevelyn, it was kind of funny to watch it hit the window then ricochet into the bucket like a basketball.
judy, we would have found it, I think. That, or it would have left on its own.
OH but I miss violent thunderstorms. I got to get back to the midwest.
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