Note to self: once charged, be sure to drive each vehicle once a week!
The other was the height of a tree, which I sourced, fund-raised to purchase, and planted back in the day. It was four feet high back then. If you squint you can see the dead robin on the sidewalk where the path turns.
I thought it was a Harry Lauder’s Walking Stick, but now I’m not sure.
Dee can you make me a ballerina mouse? And please over price it if you do make one.i will treasure her.
Happy to! Maybe one for myself while I’m at it.
Oh Dee, LOVE the ballerina sitting in the chives !!! (and the hosta)
Always special (and sad) to see a dead bird : time to carefully observe all the details (not when they fly away as they normally do !)
Thank you Els. She kinda dressed up any setting she waltzed into.
I usually bury the dead birds I find but both of these were some distance from the house and I was with the dog.
Love her and her lil purse! There was a dead crow on our walk yesterday. I had to look away.
Ugh. That seems like bad luck!
If it is bad luck, then I’m in big trouble! Read today’s post for story.
TWO dead crows? Ick! That does seem a bad omen. I tried to comment over there by the way and it vanished.
no dead things here yet save a drowned bee last night in the bird bath. Really love the mix of casual order to the beds punctuated by very well-kept hostas. Also love your birdbath!
I thought for a second you might leave the dancer in the garden, you know, decoration?
These dead birds are freaking me out. If you don’t collect the next dead body (and I’d worry about that) at least send pictures and location to, I don’t know, local bird watchers club?
I spent fifteen minutes chasing Bailey in circles today trying to get him to drop a bird.
If I see another dead bird and I have a plastic bag on me, will do.
Sweet mousie, ready for her big debut. Your garden looks ready too….ready for its big leap.
All that beautiful green and your sweet ballerina .. on her way to bring joy to her new home.
I hope so. She is sweet as sweet can be!
wow, she is sweet
there’s a dead song thrush in our back garden, I’ll take him indoors as soon as the insects have gobbled up all the gooey bits (sorry to sensitive souls) I suspect a couple of magpie of marauding the song birds’ nests in our neighbourhood, whenever I spot them in ours I chase them away by gesticulating wildly
Today I found a desiccated mouse in the bottom of a big bin in the basement. It must not have been able to get out. Poor thing.