Hello, Readers!
Eloise has her eagle eye on you this weekend.
She's making sure winter is leaving town for good.
Eloise has her eagle eye on you this weekend.
She's making sure winter is leaving town for good.
It was a good week for birds.
My workout group found this injured eagle in Liberty Park.
A gentleman put a call in to the Tamarack Wildlife Rehabilitation
to come and help him.
A gentleman put a call in to the Tamarack Wildlife Rehabilitation
to come and help him.
If you like eagles
you can follow the hatch in Decorah, Iowa.
The first link offers some more information
and how to find the live camera.
Decorah Eagles, Iowa---CLICK HERE for full story
This is a video of the eagles guarding their eaglets
during the Iowa snowstorm a few days ago.
It was amazing to watch the teamwork of both parents.
It was amazing to watch the teamwork of both parents.
This cute little woodpecker not only taps on my tree,
he pounds on the sap bucket!
He almost has a hole through it.
It was terribly cold and windy this week
and the seagulls landed on the soccer field.
The photos are blurry because I was so far away,
but I think that's a baby seagull.
I've never seen one.
And here is the sweet, spring robin.
A mighty fat one, at that!
Robin is such a beautiful name.
I considered it for both of my daughters,
but I have a first cousin by that name already.
A sweet little girl,
long departed from this earth,
Robin Bush,
reemerged in the news this week.
Natalie's class discussed the passing of Barbara Bush, too.
I was teary the whole way to work when I saw this political cartoonists rendering
of Barbara reuniting with her young daughter,
lost years and years ago to leukemia.
It made the Bush family seem more real for some reason.
Not just a political dynasty.
Real people.
Real pain.
The robins were so confused this week after another spring snow dump on Erie.
To avoid the snow covered grass,
they all flocked to the roadsides.
They don't get out of the way that fast, either.
If you heard me honking my horn all the way down
Firman Road,
that was why.
With snow dominating the Lamp Post blog topics
for six solid months,
we still just fell under the 200 inch mark.
Eloise was rooting for another inch and a half
to bring our 198.5 to the ripe, round 200,
but no such luck.
The Midwest storm that blanketed the Decorah eagles
with 10 inches of snow on their nest,
petered out by the time it reached our region.
We'll have to order our 198.5 window decals for our cars
in spite of it.
Since Eloise is saying goodbye to Old Man Winter tonight,
I'll send him off with a song.
Tim McGraw has a perfect song for every occasion.
Click the link below to play Comin' Home to listen
while you scroll down through what hopefully will be the last of my winter shots.
This is from one of Tim's older albums, Let It Go.
Look-backs are neat to see how things change.
I think Mr. McGraw looks even better now.
Say goodbye to old man winter,
Say hello to sweet springtime,
'Cause I'm coming out of hiding,
I'm gonna get it right this time
After so long being frozen
It took awhile to thaw me out
I spent too long not knowing
What love is supposed to be about
Now I'm find out
It's a lot coming home
from a long time walking in the snow...
...thanks Tim McGraw.
Perfect.
This morning the sun came up
and the birds sang
and the world felt fresh and clean.
Goodbye Old Man Winter.
We are tired of you,
and you've long worn out your welcome.
Miss Spring has finally arrived.
One thing we haven't tired of at the Lamp Post is this show.
It's been on my TV since Sam
received the deluxe,
5 season set
of all episodes.
I could see his surprised expression as he tore open the gift wrap.
Sam had no idea what the show was.
You're going to love it, Sam!
said Mother Eloise.
What I was not prepared for was the contempt they voiced over Cindy Brady.
They hate her!
They call her a baby,
a whiner,
and a little brat!
I always thought she was kind of cute.
The thing that shocked me was watching Alice.
Ann B. Davis.
Born in nearby New York,
she appeared on the Brady Bunch during all 5 seasons,
from 1969 through 1974.
Google image the blue dress and white aproned
housekeeper with the sensible shoes.
Her hair never changed style,
but it grew progressively grayer throughout the five years.
Now, Ladies.
Realize Alice was 43 through 47 years old.
Old Maid Alice.
Ahh, how times have changed.
It's hard to see change happen when your spinning in it.
It's best viewed in a look-back.
While we survived a white April,
I tried to recall what other mid-Aprils looked like.
That's one nice thing of writing a blog.
It's like a personal timeline.
Here are some past mid-Aprils
while this Lamp Post light has been lit.
Enjoy the look-back.
April 2017
April 2016
April 2015
April 2014
April 2013
2012 and 2011
Check the archives.
Even Eloise has changed her writing style.
Back then,
more words,
fewer photos.
Photos were always in the form of videos.
Goodbye Old Man Winter.
See you next season--
I request not until Christmas Eve about 7:00 pm.
That's just about the perfect time to arrive.
Eloise
Even Eloise has changed her writing style.
Back then,
more words,
fewer photos.
Photos were always in the form of videos.
Goodbye Old Man Winter.
See you next season--
I request not until Christmas Eve about 7:00 pm.
That's just about the perfect time to arrive.
Eloise
