Theme Thursday... birds

I missed posting this week on "Monday, What are you Reading" as I was almost finished this book.  I like historical romance/murder mysteries.  This was not really either of those.  However, it does illustrate quite clearly how fine lines are drawn between enemies  One day you are studying in Oxford, the next you are the Komandant of a POW camp. Trust is a big issue here, as well.

I've been clearing and cleaning most of my adult life, and I'm not sure I'll ever be done, but this week as I was looking (and organizing) I discovered that I must like birds more than I knew, I knew I liked flowers, but birds would have not been on my most favorite thing, and yet I've painted quite a few pieces of birds or bird houses, and now I was reading about a bird man, in a prisoner of war camp.  Hmmm... maybe I'll get some binoculars.   There was a small part in  the book that sort of jolted me, regarding a young soldier whistling (something I have never been able to do).  I guess you could like to listen or NOT.

this is a little piece I did back in April.  Who knew, I liked birds.

When we were growing up we always had a canary in the house.  I can remember one time my mom was translating a document for my husband's court case and the bird just loved her so much he sang as soon as she entered the room.  I don't know in which room we were in, but the darn bird kept singing his heart out, and  on tape you can clearly hear him singing.  The judge had questions?  I can imagine my husband stuttering along trying to explain.

Anyway,  Evening Song, is a quick read, the story moves along very well, it's a sad story, a difficult time in the lives of all concerned.  The birds are the  gift.

from amazon.ca

Resigned to living out the Second World War in a German POW camp, James Hunter, an English officer, begins studying a pair of redstarts near the camp. His interest in the birds captures the attention of the Kommandant and gives James cause to fear for his life.

Saturday Snapshot... Just dreamin' of spring

No these are not up yet, but I had to remind myself how great they looked.  I don't think I'll have any this year, those darn squirrels.  I could understand if they needed to eat them, but they don't they just pull them out and leave them to not grow.  UGH!  I was at the cemetery the other day and someone had brought a lovely flower box full of these beauties and here's me chasing the rodents away and digging them in deeper.  In my back flower bed I put chicken wire around my flower bed and it seems to have worked, but I can't do that everywhere or I'll be picking my letter carrier out of the wires.  Wouldn't Canada Post like that?  What's he doing cutting through my flower bed, I've already told him to stay out, every time he thinks I'm home he does the all the way around route, but I have evidence to the contrary, who does he think he's messing with, I watch CSI.  Anyway hope the weather where you are is wonderfully sunny and springlike and the blooms are a plenty. 

Saturday Snapshot is hosted by Alyce from at home with books

On the reading front, I finished The Burning Air, Erin Kelly.  HOLY SMOKE this is definitely going on my list of top ten.  If you like a little mystery and a whole lot of thriller, you must read this one.  Love the character development and the story line was just so gobsmacking in your face,   I'm sure the look on my face made people on the train move to another compartment.  BRAVO Erin Kelly.

On the creative front, I finished my princess chair.  The group have decided it should be called the preparation H chair, when I remember to take a photo, you'll understand why.  I won't have it home for a couple of weeks, it will be in the booth at the Creative Festival along with my cork chair and stool.  Now the request is to write up a little journal of the two transformations and the story behind them.  And I'm finally getting around to making a couple of cushions from some gifted embroidery, my aunt created.  I'm going for a McKenzie Child's look, with a little wild animal print,  the clerk at the fabric store was looking at me kinda strange.