Living in Mexico, I think I had an unfair advantage in this prompt! The entire country is a rainbow!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/roy-g-biv/
WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Rainbow
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Baby Bird Saga II
Baby Bird Saga II
If you haven’t read the first short installment of the fledgling story, go HERE.
The fledgling rescued from Morrie’s mouth this morning. He took it upstairs in the pouring rain and was holding the entire little fellow inside his mouth, uninjured.
Well, we have determined that our baby bird is a vermillion flycatcher. How do we know? Long story. We took him into town and my friend went and bought syringes and powdered canary food. The bird came along in an ornamental cage my friend Patti gave me when she moved back to the states years ago. Lenny (Lenny Dykstra, for you baseball fans) came along and got very chirpy and active in the car.
When we got home, we put the cage in the open-sided gazebo, hoping the parent birds would come find him and feed him through the wires of the cage. When this didn’t happen, we opened the door to the cage and he promptly jumped out and into the bushes below the raised gazebo. My friend found him and we put him back in the cage. Now I tried to feed him several concoctions suggested on the internet, but he didn’t eat much. He did drink a few drops of water from a syringe.
Next strategy, we placed him on a rock in the garden. When we did this, 4 vermillion flycatchers, two males and two females, started flying in the air above him and roosting on the tree limbs around him. Eventually, one female rested on the rock with him several times. When she left, he jumped down into the grass from the foot-high rock and started hopping down the sidewalk until we lost sight of him from the gazebo. The four birds continued to swoop. A relief since we had had him for hours in the house during the rain this morning and then in town when we went to see the vet.
Not knowing where Morrie had found him this morning, we had no real idea where the nest might have been that he fell out of. Eventually, Stephanie went to try to find him in the bushes next to the sidewalk, but did not spot him. As she went into the house, I went in search and found him on the spiral walkway formed by the edge of the bodega wall. He either flew up–which seemed an impossibility–or hopped all the way around the end of the wall and then up it–a distance of at least 30 feet. He was at the top, which meant a ten inch hop up to the terrace. He kept looking up as though he was trying to get up courage to jump, but her never did.
At this point the parents were not in view and it was starting to sprinkle, so I put him back in the cage. We put water and food inside, but he seems unabe to eat by himself and earlier attempts to feed him with a syringe didn’t seem to work very well, so we put the cage in the mild afternoon sunlight and waited for the parents to discover him once more.
The mother bird soon came and made several visits, perched atop the cage. She didn’t make any attempts to feed him, however, until I opened the cage door and the baby hopped out onto the table. Since then, I’ve seen her feed him twice.
My friend prepared our third concoction of mashed egg yolk, milk, water and a bit of dried canary powder. If the mom doesn’t come back again, we’ll try feeding him this new concoction, either on the tip of a toothpick or from a syringe. We are by no means experts but so far our entire day has been taken up with trying to keep this fella alive.
He’s now fluffed up in a ball on the tablecloth of the terrace table, waiting for him mom to come with supper. So are we!
Oh my God! Adventure. Three adults soaring over him trying to get him to fly. He actually jumped off the table and hopped rapidly over to the side of the pool and was on its very rim
When we rescued him.I put him on top of the cage so his next jump will be onto the table top instead of the terrace. Now he is craning his neck, looking for his family. I sent my friend to her room before she has a nervous breakdown and I’m keeping watch from the living room. Talk about biology lessons!!!
When I tried to put him in the cage, he started trying to squeeze through the bars and was pacing, pacing, very distressed, so he’s back on top chirping for his folks again, but they haven’t put in another appearance for a long while.
Soon the sun will go down and we’ll all go inside…Because it is the rainy season and we have no idea where the nest is he fell from and because wild animals and cats abound here, there is no safe place to put him outside, Lenny will accompany us to stay safe until his next feeding and flying lesson tomorrow, when we hope his folks will return again.
Two: Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Two
Two by Two
I love the juxtaposition of the volcano and small hill in front, the clouds echoed by the vegetation, the dormant small volcano with it’s habitation contrasted to the live and active volcano behind. Even the colors are in contrast..
The rabbit god presides over tequila and his consort here represents the dual prototypes of the feminine. These two represent much of the mythology of Mexico.
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/06/16/cees-fun-foto-challenge-two-very-different-items/
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Choose Your Adventure.” Write a story or post with an open ending and let your readers invent the conclusion.
Judgement
Borne, then born.
Clothed, fed, shorn.
Housed and cuddled,
Brain filled and muddled,
Schooled, polished, allowed to roam,
To make the world into a home.
Later settled, now sedate.
Content to let my life abate.
Find worlds inside and there abide,
To let what happens be my guide.
To try to live with less precision.
To fear less the world’s derision.
Why so hard to be oneself?
Easier when on the shelf.
Now here I pull my world around me,
Memories and dreams surround me.
My solitude a crystal jar
that lets me ponder from afar
The current of my life, its tide,
To reach without and pull inside
The things that help me try to see
Just where my life has taken me.
I contemplate and sometimes share
The truths that I’ve discovered there.
You come to read, you judge and . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Please complete the above poem, choosing a two-syllable last word for the line I’ve left uncompleted and then furnishing a rhyming last line. If you want to create your own last two lines, just substitute another line entirely for “You come ro read, you judge and . . . .” and then write a rhyming last line as well. Have fun!!!
Mundane Monday Photo Prompt
Mundane Monday
Mundane objects transformed. Found in Hell’s Kitchen, Minneapolis.
Nature’s collage, spied at the beach in La Manzanilla, Mexico.
Fishing Nets, Lake Patzcuaro, Mexico
Where else but Mexico? The ubiquitous red clay pots.
Natural find: Heart of stone, La Manzanilla Beach, Mexico.
https://trablogger.wordpress.com/2015/06/15/mundane-monday-challenge-11/
The challenge here was to post pictures of mundane objects. I tried to find mundane objects with a twist.
What To do When the Electricity is Off
After 20 hours without electricity, we didn’t even notice when it came on! I had just come in from editing pictures I’d taken in the garden. My friend was making dinner. Here are the shots I took while on hiatus from the internet.
Off-Season: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge
Interstate 90 with not a car in sight? It’s definitely off-season when it comes to tourists in South Dakota!!!This is the main route to Mount Rushmore, The Corn Palace, Wall Drug,the Pioneer Auto Museum and the 1880’s Town!
Even as we approached one of the top tourist attractions in the U.S.?– (Well, perhaps in South Dakota.)–definitely off-season!
Does moulting count as off-season? Cee says so, so so do I. What other sentence have you ever seen with three so’s in a row? Sorry, Cee, for being a copy-cat., but there is no baby in mine! This buffalo snapped in Sheridan, Wyoming, that i just left four days ago.
An almost-empty pier in Ajijic clearly depicts the off-season.
But not as much as the completely empty bar stools do.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Off-Season.”
DOORS: Cee’s Thursday Challenge
This is the door to my art studio. Diego is the handsome dog who remains outside by virtue of a screen door between us.
This is the door to Zasu Pitts’ home in Santa Cruz, CA.
This trucker’s companion is well-trained not to exit even when it is an almost irresistible temptation.
What makes a door noteworthy? Sometimes it is the person who lived behind it, sometimes what is beyond it. Some doors are important because we choose not to walk through them and others change our lives when we do. Aesthetically, metaphorically and psychologically, doors hold an importance to us our entire lives. Here are some of mine.
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/06/11/thursday-doors-june-11-2015/
Mountaineer
I am a mountain waiting to be climbed,
its slopes slippery and rough
with fortifications.
Each poem is the face I am inviting you to scale,
not taking the clearly defined path
that prose would provide,
but a harder course with handholds and footholds
that will not give way if you
use your mind to select a wise course.
If I did not trust you so, I would give you a secure railing
like one provided in showers and bathtubs
for the elderly;
but I know, if you have made it this far,
that you have the stamina to make it on your own.
Every mind is both a mountain waiting to be climbed
and a climber sometimes bent on climbing,
at other times, content
to stand at the mountain’s base,
waiting for the scree to come to him.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Am a Rock.”— Is it easy for you to ask for help when you need it, or do you prefer to rely only on yourself? Why?
Handmade
Unless it’s imported from China, everything is home made in Mexico! These lovingly handmade items were all snapped at the Dia de los Muertos celebration in Patzcuaro last year!
http://wheresmybackpack.com/2015/06/05/travel-theme-handmade/
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