Mr. or Mrs. Crow says good morning as she or he gathers the breakfast. I thought this might be a female. Your can tell the difference in the blackbirds by the yellow beak and the females are not really black, more brownish with a few spots. Crows all look the same. Some are bigger. We have one that visits every morning, the first one. He struts around as if he owns the place and always has first pickins, so I assume he is the leader of the pack. I decided to discover more and had a look in Internet. From what I read only a detailed examination of the crow would show male or female. As crows do not usually allow humans to pick them up and make a detailed examination, they keep their secrets for themselves and we will never know.
I should really now chop the remains of my sedum. I leave it during the Winter as I find it a pretty arrangement in the landscape, but now I noticed the fresh new leaves are appearing on the ground, and it disurbs a clear view of the crows when they make their landing and flying manoevres. It also interferes with the camera because their feeding place on the lawn is in a direct line behind the sedum.
Yesterday’s weather forecast predicted snow for today, but no snow, just rain. Yesterday it only rained once, all day, and today does not look much better. Yesterday did not bother me so much as I had no great plans, but since last week I have not been on a safari in the area, but cooped up at home. I must be developing some sort of panic phobia about it, but do not know what it is called – something like a convent complex.
This morning is the morning of bathroom cleaning: not my favourite job, but there comes a time when these things have to be done and what else am I to do. I cannot just sit on the computer all morning, after all I am not a computer addict, I just love my computer(s). So I wil be busy polishing the tiles and the taps and feeling reassured as a domestic fairy. This afternoon I would love to go places and take photos, but not in this dreary rainy weather.
I noticed that Trump is no longer the favourite of Facebook rants, which is a shame. I loved to read what his latest deed is, it keeps me up with the real news as opposed to the fake news, but wait, he is now convinced he is being followed by the secret service, the former president being behind it all of course. What a life, how terrible to be followed everywhere, it could lead to a persecution complex. One thing disappoints me. I read constantly that he tends to wear his bath robe when at home in his private appartment, and I am still waiting for the photo to prove it. I mean it could be fake news.
I have come to the conclusion that Swiss politics are boring. We have elections for new representatives of the parliament in a few weeks, but I am sure they will not be as exciting. I have not even heard the cry “Switzerland first”, it would be a good slogan.
And now there are things to do and places to go like a bathroom. The sparrows are gathering outside in the garden and having a lively discussion about who gets the remaining bread after the crows have left. I noticed my crocus still exist, although looking quite wet and bedraggled.
Have a nice day everyone, and if you are bored just look in and you will noticed that there are people, like me, that are even more bored that they have to begin the day with their computer hoping that the good morning words will be heard to the furthest countries, like perhaps Azerbaijan or Patagonia – you never know.