Fast Foward

The hollyhocks are are coming right along, Here’s my progress report for my time lapse quilt for 2/16/2014. I’ll  give a few photos leading up to today’s progress., if anyone is just seeing this for the first time. It will make it a time lapse.

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Start Date Jan 19 Fabric painted work begins
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Jan 27
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Feb 5
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Progress 2/16/2014

I have finished most of flowers and and added the shading to the stocks. A few side views of the flowers and buds and a little more details and then I’ll be ready to quilt it.

Feb 16
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hollyhocks 2/16/2014

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hollyhocks 014If you would like to follow this series from it’s start here are the links that cover it





Where do the little birds go?

My little friend in warmer weather

Where do the little birds go in the winter for shelter? I’ve asked this question more than once, even on this very blog.
During our recent uncharacteristic snow storm, with the cold chilling to the bone, it has taken become much more of a concern. Birds need to be fed when snow covering everything.
I spent several days, running back and forth, unfreezing hummer feeders and refilling the other bird feeders. They flocked around, emptying these almost as fast as I could fill them.

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On Saturday, during one of my feed runs, I noticed our fearless little backyard dive bomber hummer. He sat on a bush branch near his feeder, waiting for the thawed nectar to return, FWI it takes some time to thaw a frozen hummer feeder, but I moved as fast as possible.

He’s normally full of spit and fire. When I go out on my deck in the summer, he makes several warning passes at me, to make clear who owns this feeder. The feeder is situated on a beam near the edge of our deck. He would often have the adasadty to fly right under the covered deck and make a few passes at me.
He buzzs me when I’m getting close to that feeder,or just to make a show of his fierceness. A few times he flew by and startled me so much that I dropped it and all the sugar water.

Yet seeing him there on that bush, was heart wrentching. He had lost all the fight in him. He looked pathetic, drained, as frozen the feeder itself, no doubt starved since the last thawed feeder’s departure and arrival a hour earlier. His little feathers were fluffed to keep warm.
He seems lifeless, barely moving. As I approached, getting within a few feet of him, no bold buzzts, but a weak little plea for help it seemed. He never moved, too cold or hungry.

I was recently made aware of a fact about hummers through a public TV documentry .They need to maintain a constant intake of food to stay alive. An hour can’t go by. It could cause death, it’s no wonder they defend their food sources.
Some have died during the long lapse of food intake during the night. I was shocked. Now I got thinking, “am I able to keep up the needed amount fast enough? That would explain his lifeless behavior, in addtion to the extreme cold.

My heart was crushed, it was so sad. If he was this cold and hungry in the day, what would happen to him at night? Where do they find shelter? This weather is unatural, they mirgrate to warmer climates usually.
I thought of of how different this little guy was during spring and summer
Was I thawing the feeder fast enough to keep him alive? I was beside myself. what would happen to him? I had to do somethng, but what?
I rewatched the hummer documentry. It made me feel worse, not better.
I fretted all day.Woried and felt so upset.
I am easily overwroght and emotional these days.To illustrate, if I look at older pictures of a part of my family, who have moved a distance away, a call, email or text which is pages long, gushing my sentmental ramblings will be sure to follow later that day. This must be a special joy for the fortunate family member who recives one, to wade through [maybe not].

I’m sure my teenaged granddaughters are especially thrilled to recieve a book length communique, what do you think? This just illustrates how overly emotional I am now prone to.

Later that day he was sitting one a tree branch on feeder patrol. He buzzted me. He was surviveding and improving My fretting turned to Joy! He was moving and he had regained some of his former spunk. A most welcome sight.
Buzzt me all you want at my little friend, I love hearing that sound.


Not that sad to see you go.

Portland Or and rest of the state can breath a sigh of relief. The storm has broken, the freezing rain has given way to regular rain melting and the roads are safe again. People are peeking out their windows and venturing out of our little rabbit holes again. Here’s a few pictures I took.

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The little trail around the tree was forged by my two dogs for potty breaks.The old potty trail!  Our dachshund was almost buried, into the deep snow, just a glimpse of the very top of this head and a tail showing. . Our Scottie is a bit taller but not much.  But she’s a lot stronger, you know what they say about Scotties, well maybe you don’t, but what they say is  a big dog with short legs.She has more strength and could plow throw it, she jump/plow a head almost trying to jump up over it, plowing along in the funniest way. It got so distasteful to our doxie that he tried to just have his little pee break on our patio steps, so he wouldn’t have to touch the cold snow. I had a rather loud reaction and l pushed  him off the steps before the deed was done, what do you think you’re doing? Have your lost your mind?

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There are our 3 cars all in a row, covered Not that sad to see you go.