We had a pleasant surprise Saturday morning as we stepped outside onto the apartment complex terrace. (And I'm not talking about the blue sky -- although that was a gift after a wet week.) But the real surprise was a couple of trees that appeared to be blooming with migrating cedar waxwings.
We've seen a few waxwings before in a few different States -- but never this many at once. And even more amazing than seeing that many is that this this sighting was in the middle of the City -- right on the edge of the busy downtown mall.
The above picture is highly cropped to show the distinctive eye and shape better. We actually got much closer views of some of the birds as they flitted between the trees -- but that was before I was able to come to my senses and wrestle out the camera -- I hadn't really expected to use it before breakfast on what we thought was an ordinary urban Saturday morning.
Even without this unexpected gift, it was was a pretty week here (in between rain storms). Below is the kind of Autumn beauty we actually expect to see this time of year (and the picture that would have been featured on this post if the waxwings hadn't pre-empted it):
I enjoy taking and arranging pictures of Autumn leaves -- it reminds me of the way we all used to collect and press them between sheets of waxed paper (as children and parents of children).
After our breakfast out Saturday (which had been slightly delayed by trees full of birds), we headed over to the Eugene Farmer's Market in the Downtown Park blocks:
One local farmer used this wonderful old truck as his stall. There are somewhere around 25 or 30 different vendors at this Market and still a whole lot of good, fresh, organic (mostly) produce. This week we bought peppers, salad greens, onions, tomatoes and squash -- and Flowers! Plus goat cheese, salsa, and bacon all locally produced. We love Farm Markets and always looked for them when we traveled by RV. And we still think this is one of the best.
But if anyone in Eugene should happen to feel that the Farmer's Market is a little too rustic or too much work (or too wet, which does happen here occasionally), they could always head down the street to Marche, the grocery store and deli at the (yuppie/upscale) Fifth Street Public Market:
There is still a little bit of work involved after you get home from the deli.
But your shopping burden may be made easier by the above.
(Rather than shopping for groceries at this market, we usually only go there to eat in one of the restaurants -- and to take pictures. (So far they haven't started charging for the latter.)