F.A.C. and my Little Red Bird

"Oxygen into your lungs, brings fresh hope into your heart." - an Anonymous Smart Person

Does anyone have a recipe for homemade Finch food? Now that red bird and I are BFFs I'd love to keep him fat and happy.

I was madly trying to get my work done by high noon on Friday because it was the kick off to another fine year of fooling around for myself and KC.

As I pounded away on my computer, I heard a noise, glanced up to see that my little red bird was back again. This time, peering through an open window so I could snap a better shot.

 Morning frost sprinkles sparkly diamonds on the snow.

Allow me to repeat what I typed up above, just in case you missed it. Red Bird was peering through my open window.

While it's 26 BELOW zero at my brother's house, (he gets no sympathy from me; I told him to move) and miserably cold in all corners of the blogosphere... We're blessed with bright skies and comfy temps.

Which prompted us to don our snowshoes and hit the trail on our first 2010 FAC snowshoe adventure.

* FAC is short for Friday Afternoon [Hiking] Club, invented last year to stave off boredom, get in shape and embrace the wild world that surrounds us.

After 12 solid months of regular meetings we still only have 2.5 members: KC, Bad Dog and me. As I type this, all stiff and sore from yesterday's hard work, it's dawning on me as to why it's so hard for us to recruit new members!  :)

PS: This is my backyard. Those tracks behind the always stylin' KC is proof positive we actually left the yard. Dig that bright red flower adorning her cap!

"Goodnight Moon"

The view through my office window. 

I've been adopted by this little red bird. When he runs out of seeds he doesn't go elsewhere. He just stares through the window as if to say... Hellooo - aren't you forgetting somebody??

Sunrise on the messy 'Bird Tree.' Same view out my office window. 

Yup - they are definitely running low on food. I need more java before I bundle up and remedy this situation.

I didn't haul myself out of bed at dawn to see if my little red bird was still here. No, no. Much different agenda, this a.m. (Plus, I knew he would be. He'd probably come indoors if I'd let him.)

I wanted a fab parting shot of that very big and pretty rare NYE blue moon. Had the bright idea of capturing her right when she touched the tip of this mountain. I'd noticed a couple days ago that she doesn't say goodnight until I'm in the mood for a good morning.

As you can see, this effort was hardly worth warming up the coffee pot for. A storm came rumbling over the peaks and our big blue moon went bye-bye.

However! While I was standing there shaking my fist at the clouds and the wind, something cool happened!

Two hot air balloons popped out of that same cloud cover. Just imagine the blue moon photos they have!

* Goodnight Moon is a marvelous bedtime story, written by Margaret Brown in 1947. If you've read the book you may remember my favorite line: "Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Goodnight light, and the red balloon..."