Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I Spy



I spy a heron.

I spy a heron across our creek that required me to slither out my back door, hunch down and duck walk while my hands tightly clutched my camera so I could get close enough to capture him on film yet not scare him away.

I spy a heron who did not want to be photographed, and as soon as he spotted a most ridiculous human--doing the duck walk while cussing and mumbling, all the while trying to focus the camera--he took off, squawking his discontent all over the neighborhood.

I spy tall, tall grass in the foreground of this picture, never mind the heron.

I spy grass that belongs to an overgrown shoreline due to a certain duck-walking human's inability--or unwillingness--to push mow it all of last year.

I spy a situation that needs to be addressed quickly, before the jungle-like weeds, grasses and vegetation of spring and summer make this an impossible task; most certainly before July's Blog Fest.

I spy myself tying a string around my finger as a reminder to take the push mower and the riding mower to Chimney Corner Lawn Mower Service for much needed maintenance, since last summer I ground up stumps, walnuts, patio furniture, tennis balls and battle axes as part of my ruthless assault on the lawn that grows only slightly faster than the baby pine trees sprouting from my gutters.

I spy a hefty maintenance bill due to the need for new blades, belts and a few vital engine parts that may have dropped off during last season's assault.

I spy a hissy fit occuring somewhere between receipt of said maintenance bill and the actual mowing of the grass around the shoreline.

I spy a headache.

12 comments:

mmm said...

mmm... kind of quiet around here. Hello. Anyone home? mmm... Surely, CBW has not abandonded her post; naw, she'd wouldn't do that.

Coffee anyone? Biscuits; gravy; a little fried ham?

Been gone for a while; maybe I'm just too early...

mmm... CBW's picture makes me think of spring. There's something warm about the sunlight reflecting off the marsh grasses. Surely, the heron knows the time of year; surely the heron knows...

Have a nice day everyone.

Grandma J said...

I don't think I've ever seen a heron. But then again I don't know if I've ever seen a grown woman duck walk across her yard with a camera in hand.

You must be feeling a bit better. That's a good thing. You need a countdown to D-Day calendar on your sidebar....or maybe it should be a countdown calendar to B-day...for the blogfest. I'm getting very excited.

Bayman said...

My old Gravely finaly fired up. Shoreline's days are numbered. It still discharges pine cones an impressive distance. I guess a fiddler crab would be like hitting a golf ball, better warn the neighbors to stay inside.

Anonymous said...

We dropped off our mower friday. Our bill will be a whopper too!!! I feel your pain. Glad you are feeling better. There is a huge crane in the ditch bank at the glebe also, I can only imagine what he is feasting on. If all goes well today you will arrive home today to kitty stuff on your porch!!!

Mental P Mama said...

I spy a goat at CBW's come blogfest time.

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

MMM - Welcome back. I'll take black coffee and bisuits w/gravy, preferably sausage but will accept chipped beef. Heavy on the gravy, please and strong on that coffee.

GJ - You will see and hear herons non-stop when you're here in July. IN fact, I predict you'll post Mathews' unofficial official bird on your blog at least one time.

Bayman - I'm waiting. Those fiddler crabs are accustomed to heavy equipment; you'd be surprised the war they can wage in defending themselves, even though they're trespassing on my property and well outside their natural habitat.

Anonymous THANK YOU - and Chesapeake Bay Mother thanks you too because we're taking advantage of the kitty litter fairy's abundance of gifts.

MPM - Goats are almost as bad as geese. Although they're cute when they're young, they grow up to have those eyes like the picture of Ralph the Goose the other day - diabolical. Frightening.

Keeper Of All Things said...

You should do what my husband does.....he kills the grass that way it doesn't grow.
Sure it'll piss the neighbors off.....but there's nothing better then watching them bust their buts watering,mowing , trimming all that good stuff,while you sit reading a book and drinking a glass of wine surrounded by your dead lawn.....

Ahhh.....Good Times ,Good Times

foolery said...

Damn those herons. See what they started?

Around here we have two kinds of herons: all white and Great Blue. The all white ones aren't quite a dime a dozen, but there always seems to be one around when there are puddles on the ground (now). Great Blues are pretty rare, but I stop everything I'm doing when I see one.

Which makes driving and brushing my teeth very hazardous.

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

Keeper - We have all kinds of rules and regulations relating to the bay about what we can/cannot do with regards to chemicals/fertilizes/whatnot, but let me say this about that: even if we *could* kill that stuff, it would come back with a vengeance. You can't kill it. Trust me on this. But, if you keep it reasonably maintained by mowing it is OK. I just can't maintain anything, except a steady presence in front of the computer.

Foolery - If you could get a picture of the driving/brushing teeth/skidding on brakes to witness heron, I'd pay money to see it. Interesting enough, our blue herons are a dime a dozen but we don't get much of the white, at least not on our creek here (others may correct me, I'm only speaking from my little tiny neck of the county). Our great blues can be seen in the ditches on the side of the road in the wintertime - hoping for a frog or whatever else lingers in ditches....

michelleharbour said...

OR...you could let that grass grow up thick and tall and have THE PERFECT blind for the later this summer when that heron is there. He'll never see you coming, and he wont' hear you either if you cuss under your breath.

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

MH-You're right about that blind, but I'm afraid it would not buffer the cussing. I believe the only thing that could tame that is known as a muzzle.

big hair envy said...

I spy...battle axes...BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sorry, I just envisoned old, cranky women with BIG butts!!!!!