I have a Picture Window in my den. (Do people still call this kind of window a Picture Window? I grew up calling any window that had one big plane of glass in it a Picture Window, but I think the term is outdated now, a relic of the ’60s, because I watch a lot of HG TV and I’ve never heard a real estate agent point out the Picture Window when they are raving about the Great Hall, the Bonus Room, the Open Floor Plan, the Granite Counter Tops, and all the other things we didn’t have 40 years ago.)
Mostly I use my Picture Window to look out of. But to the critters in the backyard, my Picture Window is their view in. That’s Taffy (above) checking out the view in. If you think it might be disconcerting to have a cat watching you from the other side of your Picture Window,
try getting the Hairy Eyeball from a Blue Jay.
Or the Frank Curiosity of a Cardinal:
You might have noticed that it was snowing when I took these pictures out of my Picture Window on Wednesday. Snowy days are surprisingly good days for bird watching,
just ask Lickety,
who got on the cardinal’s nerves,
so he took off and flew up into the tree
to hang out with his pals,
where there was a Blue Jay in a bad mood (what else is new?) who didn’t like sharing his tree with the Red Riding Hood Gang so he dive-bombed them
in a vain attempt to claim all the branches for himself. What? You don’t see the Blue Jay here? In flight? In the lower left hand corner?
Here he is:
Vivian, [you might ask], Why, with such a Picture Window, would you ever leave the house?
Here’s why: We had a new snow storm heading our way on Wednesday and somebody has to re-set the Champagne-O-Meter.
We’ve had snow on the ground since December 26, so I just placed the new Champagne-O-Meter on top of the accumulated snow fall (on a tea tray because otherwise, it just sank out of sight). This is how the Champagne-O-Meter looked at 5 o’clock PM, before the overnight storm moved into the Tri-State Area. And in the morning it looked like this:
Further excavation revealed the Champagne-O-Meter’s buddy, Mr. Snowy, buried since the Winter’s first blizzard:
I had help, of course, from The Usual Suspects:
But today I’m back on the other side of my Picture Window, watching my backyard, waiting for something interesting to happen.
Sooner or later somebody (somebody on little cat feet) has got to gut-bust a trail to the hutch there over by the back fence.
And that I gotta see.
Because there’s nothing better than watching the world out of your Picture Window. (Mine just happens to be an actual, real window.)