As you know, I love the birds here, even the noisy Nightingales who keep me awake half the night. I am very fond of the Hoopoes who generally arrive from Africa sometime in the early spring -- this year, I saw the first one in May, a little later than usual. A pair has nested close by this season, and one of the offspring has a decidedly curious nature, checking out Mas Blanc in various ways -- windows, and here, on the terrace table.
|There's something inherently hilarious about Hoopoes, especially young ones.|
|Indeed, this is a sweet little hedgehog... the French name is HERISSON...|
|Orchids, of whatever variety, need to be seen individually|
|Isn't this where Dorothy fell asleep in THE WIZARD OF OZ?|
|If you've read my story "Sitsy" in the collection YOU NEVER KNOW, you will know that|
this is indeed a Sitsy and if named so, will bring good luck.
|Glorious to look at... and with a lovely perfume as well.|