Heard “PokPokPok” right above my head. Looked up to see this lovely fella going about his business.
The wee hairs on the bees (still no sign of the yard guys) are so precious.
Yes, I’m weird. Too old to care.
I noticed a little hitchhiker on my dash while driving home from Home Depot yesterday.
He posed for a picture and then I tried to capture him with my used mask to return him to the wild.. as one does.
Not having any part of it, the little hellion ran across the dash and lunged at me, landing on the top of the steering wheel. At eye level!
I didn’t wait to take another picture, preferring to flee my own vehicle instead. Good luck, little Hitch.
Talking to Birds
I enjoy nature; just walking around, smelling the grass, looking at all the beautiful colors of God’s creation… makes me right. Happy.
This mockingbird tried to keep up with my whistles, making me laugh. After wondering why he kept hanging around, even after the dogs came outside with me, I looked up into the areca palms and saw the nest. WHY do they persist in making nests in unstable growths? The last one they tried was only a third of the way done when a strong breeze knocked it down. Oaks grow all around us – go there, silly birds!
Tell the Bees
While I know it’s custom to tell bees about important changes in ones life and household… these aren’t my bees. I came upon them while walking past a large clump of firebush… and it bzzzz’ed like a hive! Naturally, I ran to retrieve my camera.
It’s finally September! I thought August would refuse to leave, like a drunk at a party.
We never see squirrels, probably because every tree growing on this lot is a palm of some sort, but now that the neighbor’s greenery is growing over the fence… ta da! Squirrel!
Is that a mosquito feeding off a mosquito killer? If so, that’s enough irony for me today…
I think I like his bemused expression in this pic better…
This is one Big Ass Lizard.
A neighborhood cat ran it up to our front porch, Arthur chased the predator off and now this goober is clinging to our screens like a frightened mouse.
That’s what I hate about cats outside; they kill for play and will decimate populations of wildlife for no reason other than fun.
It’s difficult to see how large he really is, but that’s my honking big Honeywell air cleaner behind him…
Edited to add…….
Iggy stayed for 24 hours; so long we were worried about him. But the wildlife folks said “If you care, leave them there”.
…and suddenly our visitor was gone. Safe travels, little man.