Everyone leaves home eventually I guess...

And now, the Orchard Orioles are gone. But not without leaving a mark on my heart - and giving me a slight scare.

Mid-June: I noticed the first of the babies had popped from the nest and was following "mom" about the back yard as she and papa oriole fussed at the others in the nest. There was a lot going on: papa and mama both cleaning out the nest, flying across to the neighbor's yard with baby birdie waste and so forth.

Saturday, June 23: I came home from work to find my backyard silent of Oriole songs. Where were my babies? Those tiny things couldn't ALL be flying around yet could they? Before too long, my curiousity got the best of me and I climbed up on my ladder to peek into their nest. A flash of wings and a startled baby -- the last of the bunch to leave the nest -- leaped out at me.

A Rescue

Poor baby didn't know how to fly yet and so hopped about the ground wildly flapping. I felt bad and Mama bird was ANGRY. I finally caught the fledgling, depositing him safely back into the nest. As I climbed down the ladder and turned away, I heard a flutter. I looked, but saw nothing. For an hour, I sat on the porch monitoring the nest, fretting. Had I scared the mama away? Was she abandoning that baby?

All gone

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Believing I had inherited an orphan, I climbed back on the ladder and carefully peeked inside. No baby~! Finally, they had all flown the nest. And now, I wonder: will they ever come back? I miss them~! To read more about Orioles, check out this site: http://www.birds.cornell.edu/bow/orcori/

Butterflies and Wes

So here we are at the College World Series in Omaha and what does Diana become fascinated with? A butterfly. This little guy flapped around our seats for a long long time and finally lit on the cap of the gal in front of me. I'm not sure what kind of butterfly this is but I think maybe it's a cousin of a monarch.

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Roemer was Collegiate Baseball's co-National Player of the Year as a sophomore in 2006, when he earned Big West Conference Player of the Year honors by winning 13 games, posting a 2.38 ERA and has a strikeouts-to-walks ratio of 145:7 over 155 innings.

Papa Bluebird feeds his baby

Here is a favorite photo of mine: it's a papa eastern bluebird feeding his baby mealworms at my bluebird feeding post. I am designing a more sophisticated feeding post -- to be called The Ultimate Bluebird Feeder -- that will include a plexiglass cube mounted on a wood plank that will be bolted to a proper pole. No more bungie cords and Gladware~~! Only the best for Diana's second batch of bluebirds. So far I have added seven bluebirds to society. Ah, what a Mom. (Note: that raggedy yard in the background isn't mine: it's my neighbors!)

Babies Orchard Orioles~!

This may not look like much at first glance, but it's the coolest thing to hit my backyard since the bluebirds came in 2005. This is a nest of four baby Orchard Orioles. The baby on top was out of the nest two days after I shot this on June 20. The parents are pretty cool: the female is a yellow-green and very petite (see below, center).... ... and the male is a strawberry roan color with a black hood on his head and throat (see below, left). They sing a pretty song but are very fussy whenever I get near their nest. The nest is built of finely woven grassy strings. The female weaves the teacup-shaped nest onto the braches, weaving it tightly so it doesn't fall out and she even weaves it so leaves cover the nest. It was hard to get this photo. Orchard Orioles are of special concern because their flocks are decreasing in numbers. While they are not yet endangered, they well could be, so this pair was very special in my backyard. Click on the picture of babies for more detail. Note the baby on the left -- his eye is looking right at me.

Blackbeard, aka Edward Teach, lived in N. Carolina

Here's Blackbeard's home in Bath, N. Carolina. Click on the photo to read the sign. This was not the most interesting site in N. Carolina, though.

Below is a photo of me at Pimlico Beach, where we drove forever looking at people's homes with their crab cages stacked up in front.
We were amazed by the coast at Pimlico Beach mostly because there was no beach at Pimlico. In fact, there wasn't much at ALL at Pimlico. We were happy though because we found Klondike bars and pecan rolls at a gas station where the lady still lets people sign on an "account" when they buy gasoline. We wanted to set up an account but somehow, she knew we weren't locals. The fancy Chevy Avio we rented could have been a her first clue.

Me in North Carolina

Beautiful Bath~! One of my baseball trips was to East Carolina University where I visited historic Bath, the town where Blackbeard the pirate lived. I was very happy that day. I like this picture because it makes me look fairly thin, don'tcha think?

Welcome to Tales of the Heartland

At this blog site, you will be able to pick up where my published column left off, with stories about my wanderlust dog Louie, my sons Wes, a minor league baseball player, and Jon, a junior in high school, and my crazy life in northwestern Illinois in the Heartland of America. Here in this picture left to right are Wes, my nephew Jared, my niece Ashley and my youngest son Jon, at my folks' house in the woods at Lake Summerset. Summerset, where I also live, is filled with wonder, not to mention bluebirds (people dubbed me "The Bluebird Lady"), orioles and lots of other critters that go bump in the night.


















Here's another picture of Wes, fielding for Team USA, in the summer of 2006.











He's with the Arizona Diamondbacks farm team system now.

We all know who's the most important critter on this blog; that would be Louie, everybody's favorite Mutt. Louie spends most of his time trying to figure out how to get off his leash to chase rabbits, squirrel and gophers. He's the best dog I've ever had and the stories he gives me, which I hope to post on this blog regularly, will keep you all in stitches.





Here's my house, below, in the winte of 2004. We all love it here and stay cozy and warm even when it snows.

It does get warm here, too, and Louie likes it best when his backyard looks


<<==like this rather than this ^^^

Go figure????

Anyway, no matter what the weather, welcome to my little world, and if you like it here, stay awhile.

And tell your friends to stop by too.

Diana and the Gang

Oh, the money I spend on "Brighton!"

I visited Southern California several times in the spring of 2007 to watch Wes play baseball and on one trip, I stopped by my favorite store, Brighton, at the Brea Mall. So this is me with a Brighton bag. I took home some very pretty things that day.