tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post3430802697079730880..comments2024-03-28T17:43:39.277-04:00Comments on Reflections from Crumbly Acres: Things are hoppingJenn Jilkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259681360456905055noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post-20311362627198213642018-05-30T17:04:03.463-04:002018-05-30T17:04:03.463-04:00I love lilacs ... lovely to see your photographs, ...I love lilacs ... lovely to see your photographs, and video.<br /><br />All the best JanLowcarb team memberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07961199165290289611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post-72466592019773115692018-05-29T18:53:27.651-04:002018-05-29T18:53:27.651-04:00Hey, my lilacs are in full bloom too!Hey, my lilacs are in full bloom too!Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post-79269886188862657092018-05-29T17:27:17.823-04:002018-05-29T17:27:17.823-04:00you have interesting wildlife around you. You are ...you have interesting wildlife around you. You are lucky! Thanks for sharing!NatureFootstephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01340635075481959029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post-69366628697327735262018-05-29T15:20:45.390-04:002018-05-29T15:20:45.390-04:00Lovely video,and Hooper there? What a variety of w...Lovely video,and Hooper there? What a variety of wildlife, and so spring-looking. Not long till your longest or our shortest day!!!Where did that term come from, as every day still has the regulated 24 hours. Maybe the term " Shortest sunlight hours day" was just too long.Nancy Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11854698513524662527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post-22042203601544108952018-05-29T13:12:50.842-04:002018-05-29T13:12:50.842-04:00It's critter season for sure. My pair of chipm...It's critter season for sure. My pair of chipmunks are very busy coming up and down the cliff to get their share of the dropped bird seed. And then yesterday I saw a bird of a different feather, or should I say fur. I heard something and went to the glass door and there was a bear at the top of the bridge to shore with his nose in the seed feeder on the side of the shed. I held and waved my arms but was surprised he wasn't more afraid. He hid behind the shed for a bit and then slowly climbed the cliff and disappeared into the bush where I could him rattling around for quite a bit. The good news is we haven't seen him since. One sighting is okay. A frequent visitor is not. - MargyPowell River Bookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17580698518291129041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post-50904752791854159412018-05-29T11:58:49.945-04:002018-05-29T11:58:49.945-04:00I wonder if the raccoon knew you were there.I wonder if the raccoon knew you were there.William Kendallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00331324250821836822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post-41721086829893574222018-05-29T08:22:34.008-04:002018-05-29T08:22:34.008-04:00Full on spring time has arrived.Full on spring time has arrived.Olgahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00692441479616299920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155086611992337391.post-47748814875313943192018-05-29T07:28:19.817-04:002018-05-29T07:28:19.817-04:00Your place brims with life.Your place brims with life.Anvilcloudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07974744042579564912noreply@blogger.com