This is Adam, one sculpture of two with the other being Eve, of course. These granite sculptures are located in Loose Park, a 74 acre swatch of beautiful land in the heart of Kansas City. Part of the park was used as confederate canon placement during the Battle of Westport during the Civil War. Just west of this fountain and herb garden is the Rose Garden which has 1.4 acres of 125 varieties of roses-first planted in 1939. Jacob Loose was a successful business man and philanthropist. After his death his wife, Ella, donated the land for this property in honor of her husband.
Cheryl and I visited this park two weekends ago. Unfortunately, a bit too early for half the roses to be in bloom, but wonderful, nevertheless. As we strolled to the herb garden and sculptures, I noticed two sparrows taking turns at bathing and drinking from this hand-held bowl of water. I only had my cell phone or I would have zoomed in for a closeup. However, the sight of these birds utilizing a man-made water source in a very serene setting really blessed me so I took this photo. Enjoy !
I couldn’t resist the humor in these photos. The cast iron feeder with integral iron birds standing guard over the bowl, and the small songbird using one of them as a perch before feeding.
Sometimes you just have to let yourself go and jump right into the fray…in this case a bowl filled with bird feed.
One just never knows who may drop by. The bird feed is for Cardinals, but all we have seen eat of it are a variety of small songbirds…until Mr. Jay dropped in. I must admit he looks a bit perplexed.
A closer look is needed to see if what’s in the bowl is worth getting.
Once that decision was made, the Blue jay grabbed his share, stared down his iron relative, and then flew off not to be seen again.
Isn’t Spring wonderful !!
A very odd occurrence happens every morning; thousands of what-appear-to-be-starlings gather together on the wires, steel posts and beams of an electric substation adjacent to a local business which is located in the lower industrial district known as Fairfax. These black streakers skirt about from wire to wire, post to post and pole to pole without any logical sense of order, but that is where the mystery stops. If you look closely, they are having quite a time of it. Each in his or her own way is sharing the latest gossip about the “other” birds on the block, and boy, is it juicy stuff. I think that is why they just keep flying around and around to share what shouldn’t be shared-much like humans. Or, perhaps it is the magnetism created by all of that electric energy? Regardless, they make for an interesting start to a morning, whether it is cloudy or sunny. Really, what are they talking about?