
I call the top one "Mourning Doves with cow pie." Worth a click to enlarge they look so soft. They seem to like to graze and take pleasure in the company of other birds.
A Black-headed Grosbeak. The squirrel-proof feeder is a pretty stingy feeder. No refills yet. While I was re-stringing the weedwhacker, I scared up a female pheasant in the sideyard who, in turn, scared me up. A pretty indignant lady, she was.
After shedding about two gallons of water from my body yesterday, I felt pretty spry today. The bad weather had me too confined. I need to move to get the juices flowing. So I weedwhacked about a half an acre and groomed Honey which is more exercise than one might think. She really was very good but after awhile it always turns into playtime and a wrestling match. I also found time to read. More vintage mysteries- ca. 1910 +/-. Call it C.S.I. London. Dr Thorndyke is a "forensic medico" who espouses the gathering of facts without prejudice-no foregone conclusions, then using Inductive reasoning rather than deductive reasoning explains it all. The mysteries are "fair"-the clues are all out there for the most part. His tools are rudimentary- cameras, chemistry, a portable microscope, all of which were fascinating to the generation. That time period is fascinating to me: attention to logic produced Wittgenstein, Einstein, Russell, George Bernard Shaw, all in a time when the rudiments of bits and bytes were telegrams sent by Morse Code, gentlemen walked most places, the trolley was pulled by horses, and messages were delivered by servants. A great belief in science pervaded. This is the era of Tom Swift on this side of the ocean. Women come off well in the Dr.Thorndyke Mysteries. Three dimensional. A bit of romance in a few stories. Very ingeniously plotted in some instances, I have enjoyed "being in" these stories. Ninety nine centers. A lot of entertainment for the money.