Treasure the Earth.
It's the only one we have.

What I did on my weekend...by Dave...the Loopy one...ahee.

I saw a Mallard. A girl one. Floating in the water. Ducks float good.

My name is Dave. I have a blog. You are reading my blog now. Read the blog. I went to a nature festival. It was the North Coast Nature Festival. They were nice to me. They let me show my burd pictures to people. Some people bought some pictures. Some people took some pictures. Some pictures I gave away. Some pictures I took home. Do you want some pictures?

I talked to people. The people talked to me. Sometimes we understood each other. I saw a possum. He was scary looking. They might let me out again next year. Beware. Be afraid.

I saw a Black-capped Chickadee. He had a black cap...and a bracelet. He must be rich.

These are eggs. No one is sitting on these eggs.
The Doodles wouldn't sit on these eggs either.

This is a Canada Goose. It is sitting on eggs.
Susan lives in Canada. Hello Susan.
Hello Canadians.

This is me and Laura Erickson.
We heard her talk. She talks good.
She's smiling because she knows I'll go away.

This is Bobb. He has a new friend, the scary looking possum.
Possums are crossed eyed.
The possums name was Bob.

Chuck the Beaver has binoculars.
Doodlette is a Doodle and doesn't have binoculars because she is a bird and doesn't have hands.
Bobbette and Bobb had binoculars.
They lost them.
Bad Bobb.

This is Joanne and Terry.
They are laughing at me.
See my pretty pictures next to them?
I will do anything to make people look at my pictures.
You are looking at my pictures now.
See, I told you.

See Paula? Paula is trying to hide.
See the people looking at my pictures?
Buy my pictures people.
Buy them now.

These are wild flowers.
They are not in a cage.
That is how you know they are wild.

See this flower?
It is odd.
I do not know what it is.
You will tell me.

These flowers are pretty.
And wild.
No cage, remember?

Doodles told me to be good.
You have to make your own caption.
Okay?
Tell me in the comments.
If I laugh and stuff comes out my nose, I will send you something.

Yard Birdin'

Yellow-rumped Warblys always make good yard birds!
I had to aim the camera straight up to get him, warbly neck already.

I had to stay home today to get "work" done around the house. As you may have guessed, I didn't get any done. After I ran a few errands and unloaded WRBLRZ, I heard this strange call in the back yard.

Laurie saw what she first thought was a Wood Thrush Friday, it turned out to be a Brown Thrasher! When they sing, they usually repeat everything twice...this was sounded REALLY odd. I was hearing things three and four times. And it wasn't just me, all the birds in the gardens were wondering what was up...

You'd look that crazy too if you were a Brown Thrasher thrashing!

And this explains why I heard so many repetitions!
There were TWO Thrashers thrashing.
The one on the left won in the end...

This is a very confused American Robin.
"What's up with that Thrasher?!"

Even the House Finches were perplexed.

The Northern Cardinal asked me to make them stop.
Though they aren't as noisy as my moron neighbor.

This is "Killer" the Song Sparrow.
He doesn't like any other Song Sparrow in our yard.
He also doesn't like all the racket from the Thrashers.