I love pussy willows. I was distraught that I cut a big patch down, not recognizing it, and heartened to see how it’s vigorously grown back elsewhere it was chopped off in the past (and I have a fair bit). The plant is hard to recognize out of fuzzy season.Philippe Petit has a problem still. Some days he seems fine, some days he limps. Poor guy:(The Silkies are getting out more. As I predicted, the little silver adventurer is often first outside or out on her own. Cutie. And the Colonel is often leading the way out (and the flock ignores him and stays in).The hens are using the great outdoors quite well, free ranging again, but they like the familiar comfort of the greenhouse still, and settle back in inside early afternoon.
It’s time to celebrate the total success of the mesh window protection I used this winter, to protect the wild birds from window collision. Not one casualty. We got used to the screened view, and it was totally worth it. I saw birds sometimes rocketing straight at the window and pull up and veer at the last moment, so clearly they could see it, and it was never tested for its possible bird rebound properties. That I know of.