Do birds rest before bed? It’s a serious question. I have been surprised this past week to note that some songbirds, so skittish all day, flitting hither and yon for food and flying off at the slightest human movement, just sit and take it easy in the evening. Is that a thing?
One evening, I watched a bluebird sitting on a branch and singing for the longest time. I flew away before he did. Then there was the cardinal in the photo, lounging and doing nothing that I could ascertain on the Concord Grape plaque outside the former Welch’s headquarters. Do birds get tired at the end of a busy day and rest? I’d love to know.
Speaking of Concord Grapes, they were bred by Ephraim Bull in the late 1840s. When I went to look up more online, I found something interesting I’d never heard before. Welch’s, still headquartered in Concord, is a cooperative. It’s actually owned by 900 grape growers. Imagine that!
In other recent photos, note the rope tied to a tree by the Sudbury River. It was draped over the stone wall on Elm Street to tempt daredevils. It looked dangerous to me.
Next I give you our dogwood and various nice shadows. In Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, the headstone below always draws my attention. You can see that family and friends keep alive the memory of Renée, a local writer and historian who died young. I like the small stones more than the potted plants at other graves, although plantings that don’t die off are often nicely done.
In the woods nearby, ferns and skunk cabbage are celebrating spring. Still looking for Jack-in-the-Pulpit. Where have they all gone?
A woman who has a basement-level shop on Main Street is constantly coming up with ideas like the chalk drawings here to lure people down the stairs. I bet she wishes she never gave up her old shop at street level.
Finally, we have my first 2019 Painted Rock, a Higurashi-style wave. Plus a funny picture my husband took of two grandkids “watching” television.
