I’ve been working on a novella, AQATAIN, The Last War. I decided it was worth showing who the first Emperor was, and what kind of man. This will be the first book in the series. It’s fun to sort out a character who hasn’t appeared before.
He is the father of Emperor Aqatain the Second who appears in all the previous books, and I feel like I’m opening my eyes with this one. I know the son so well, having written his story already. Now I get to meet his family, his father Aqatain, his mother Ospina, and brother Amalric. Before I began writing this one, I didn’t even know Amalric existed! Amazing, as a novelist, what you can learn after the fact!
When we returned from our road trip, the eagle nest had collapsed and was about a third of the size it had been. The rest of it was on the ground at the base of the tree. Alfie, the eaglet, was perched on a rock on the hill the other side of our driveway.
We were worried for him. The parents were still around. They perched in the tops of the nearby trees and screeched at us when we walked down the drive to get a look at their child, then flew low in swoops above us, twittering and screeching.
We talked to the wildlife people who thought we should feed him. They brought things for Alfie to eat. Here is what we learned. Alfie wasn’t in favour of herring, left it lying on the ground at the base of his rock. He liked quail okay. A parent would land and twitter at him, then lean down and rip off a bit of meat and feed it to him, beak to beak. Alfie likes rabbit quite well. He began to eat his own, pinning it to the ground with a talon and ripping the skin and meat off it.
His beak began to turn yellow, and his legs and feet. Then one day, he flew away. He came back the next day, landed in a tree to twitter at my husband, who had fed him all this time. DH twittered back, then Alfie flew off. He hasn’t been back.
(I told DH his eagle language might not be great and he might have said something that offended Alfie, we aren’t sure. 🙂 )
The eagles have been very busy. They have continued to increase the size of the nest until we could no longer tell if Mama was sitting on the eggs, if there were eggs. Here’s what it looks like now, nearly twice the size as it was in March when I last posted, cascading down the tree, hooked on 3 or 4 branches now.
My husband and I were standing on the driveway talking when an eagle flew low overhead and landed behind a high rock. Eagles don’t do that as a rule, they stick to the trees unless they’re after something. A minute later, it flew off with something in it’s claws, went to the nest briefly, then darted into the nearest tree. Here it is resting in the tree.
We climbed up to see what he was after, and found a large clump of moss torn up. He must have placed the moss in the nest as a cushion for the eggs. Does that mean the eggs are yet to be laid? We don’t know. Wish I had a mirror fixed in the tree that would show me what’s in the nest. 🙂
Here we are mid-April. It must be almost spring, right?
The current bush, my absolute favourite is out in bloom. The original bush died and I shopped everywhere for a replacement. Then one just sprouted up in my garden down the bank from the old one. Warmed my heart.
The camellias are among the first to bloom. Love the different shades.
I love the dandelions. They are so bright and cheerful in the spring. And you can always make a dandelion chain. 🙂
The cherry trees are in full blossom. This is three trees planted together. Lovely. This is an ornamental, of course. The fruit trees are still thinking about sending out their blossoms.
And then there’s is the western skunk cabbage. Grows in ditches and wetlands, and stinks up the place. 🙂
Yet, we had an inch and a half of snow on Sunday, and another flurry on Tuesday. Doesn’t the weatherman know it’s SPRING??
What is happening where you live? Leave me a comment and let me know.
Best, Sylvie
Last chance to grab Book Four on sale – 99 cents, before it goes to full price.
I went for a bike ride yesterday, for the first time this year. The rain had stopped, and although it wasn’t sunny, it was a nice day. And as I rode, I saw some signs of spring.
The ferns are growing like mad.
The moss has stopped hibernating and is sending out numerous bright green shoots.
The ocean spray has grown tiny leaves and the blossoms are getting ready to burst.
My Mom always called this bush spyria. When I moved back to the west coast, I got a book of plants of British Columbia, and although most folks call it ocean spray, Mom was right– spyria is the correct name. I shouldn’t be surprised. 🙂
What is happening in your neighbourhood? Any signs of spring yet? Drop me a line and let me know.
