I sat on the front sidewalk and visited the bees. The sun was scorching the back of my neck and the sweat was dripping down the sides of my face but I was having a great time for as long as I could stand it! I always sweat very well and might have lost a pound today.
A butterfly stopped by. I haven’t noticed butterflies for a week.
They are much easier to photograph than bees or birds, at any angle!I wondered if they visited the Spiderwort I planted last week. These are very young plants and I hope they do well on the northwest side of the house. Blue flowers are the best. I’m always drawn to them at the nurseries.
There’s a patch of raspberries that surrounds the bird feeder station. It’s a large patch – about ten by ten feet, at least. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it last year! Perhaps because I wasn’t looking? The thorns tore me up as I leaned into them for a photo.
We heard a tree frog pump up the volume and Michael asked, “What’s that loud noise on the front porch?” Susan said, “If I could get close enough, I swear I would kiss one.” Well, Susan, I was close enough, but bending over to kiss it didn’t occur to me…
About the birds -
Things haven’t changed. The safflower is getting devoured by all, including those it was supposed to deter. Even the hummingbirds sample the grapes and cantaloupe I offer. All of them are hot and hungry. I see them drink and bathe in the pond but I never have the camera ready, plus it requires a lot of sneakiness on my part to get a view.
She’s back. Not the Barn Swallow (damn!). This House Finch is far more wary of me than the swallows were but I think she’s relaxing a bit. I hope she has success in the hand-made nest.
I am so glad I made Chloe & Bella stay inside before I headed out back to do a few things. The heat is too much for them in the middle of the day. But here’s the real reason I’m glad they were watching me through the door. A baby Mockingbird left the nest too early. It was quite a storm last night with lots of wind. “What are you doing, little thing?”
“You are obviously not ready to fly yet but your little legs are speedy. I need to be watching out for you as you are too close to the pond!”
Heartbreaking... “I hear your mother. You are causing her to worry. Please do what she says and toddle over there under that evergreen.”
Oh, I felt her pain and heard her threats loud and clear. Did she mistrust me? Yes, but I think she knows me, too. I didn’t want to cause her further anxiety, so I slowly moved away, went inside and closed the door.
Later: I checked inside the pond skimmer and all is well. I still worry.