The Wild Hair

Do you suppose it says something about the state of my hair that a bird landed in it this morning :o)?  A tufted titmouse, to be exact.  Standing on the porch, talking to McNibs, I suddenly felt little bird feed attach themselves to my hair.  I'd been hearing birdsong and birds fluttering about, but that was a surprise. I looked to see if there was any sign of a nest on the porch, but did not see any.  Wonder if it's any indication how the rest of the day will pan out.  Well, at least it will be interesting!

With all the talk from family and on various blogs, I decided to begin the Downton Abbey series on Netflix.  I've watched the first two episodes, and have been pleasantly surprised.  I've even caught J engrossed in it, in between working on his laptop.

There's quite a prolific variety of fruit developing on the homestead this spring... peaches, pears, pawpaws, apples, mulberries, grapes, and figs so far.  The kiwis even appear to be loaded with their first flower buds.  Unfortunately, I don't see any buds on the male plants, and J says we need both for fruit.  I'm hoping they're just a little late in developing.  If you have any kiwi growing experience, please do share.