Domestics

We've had a fabulous stretch of weather, and it hit 70 for the first time this year. So much beauty somehow makes the situation even more unreal. I'm grateful for our private yard, but it's almost a shame no one can see these red tulips I planted from Costco.  Flowers should be looked at.

Speaking of Costco, virus aside, I don't know when I'll ever go back. Once a quick trip over the high rise bridge, it now requires a circuitous journey through jammed aerials down to another smaller bridge south of here. Then a slow backtrack north on surface streets to reach Costco on 4th Ave.

The latest news about the West Seattle Bridge couldn't be worse. The cracks are possibly beyond repair, and at minimum, we're looking at 2 years of long detours to go just about anywhere. And I can't even imagine life when traffic starts up again. 100,000 cars typically cross the bridge each day.

 

On a happier note, the chickadees might be nesting in this birdhouse.  There were some birdy real estate discussions going on between Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow and Mr. and Mrs. Chickadee. Usually, the sparrows win the prize, they turned their noses up on the deal.

The Western Scrub Jay is a recent arrival in urban Seattle. As climate warms, their range is expanding north from Oregon.

Yesterday, I watched a pair collecting coir fiber from my pots to build a nest.

A beautiful, brash, almost fearless bird, they seemed to enjoy posing for pictures. 

Well, that's all the exciting news from the domestic front. Which of course, is the only front these days.  

Oh yea. We did our weekly early morning shopping. The ordinary grocery selection at Metropolitan Market is skimpy at the best of times; they are more about expensive prepared food. But the store is clean and uncrowded, so we'll stick with them a while longer. We got almost everything we wanted. Fresh meat was dramatically more expensive this week. Fortunately I still have a stash in the freezer from Safeway. 

I splurged on another free-range roasting chicken and cut it into two frugal halves. One saved for later; the other roasted on the grill last night.