Micro-kite flying and abandoned Dandelion picking at Alamo Square with Uncle Shane.
The Finch babies outside our front door are turning into fledglings. Their once barely audible peep peeps for food now go off like adolescent alarms every 15 minutes. Both parents are engaged in finding food…and obviously exhausted. I also suspect that they spend 5 minutes hunting for food and 10 minutes at the Bird Bar, just trying to catch a break from their little darlings.
(Update! We have lift-off! After writing this post, I heard lively commotion out front…just in time to see the first baby fledge! Now its sibling is still in the nest, sadly peeping at being left behind. What a big moment!)
We went to Huckleberry Preserve in the East Bay Hills. From their page:
Huckleberry Botanic Regional Preserve is an ecological jewel. The native plant community here is found nowhere else in the East Bay. It represents a relic plant association found only in certain areas along California’s coast where ideal soil and climatic conditions exist. The vegetation association of Huckleberry Preserve finds its roots in past climates and geologic history. The plants originated in the distant past along the southern coast of California when the climate was moister and tempered by the cool coastal fog.
While I saw a few rarities, the most abundant and thriving species seemed to be Poison Oak. Fern took to walking stiffly between plants with her arms raised. Poison Oak, the bandit of the woodlands…stick ’em up.
Western, or Crimson, Columbine. Indigenous uses included as perfume. Awww.
Hedgenettle. A medicinal catch-all.
Pacific Coast Iris.
The kids began with great enthusiasm, and then spent the next hour and a 1/2 in the moody equivalent of this.
How was your weekend?
P.S. Every day is Earth Day. But you knew that.