drowning at 7 feet sea level
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…
And Daisy watching me watch the butterpie…
‘Butterpie’ because I’m regressing and that’s what I called it when I was a toddler.
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.
Finally shot the black tips on the wings…
When a predator flies in, everything else runs… from sparrows to mockingbirds…
Well, I think he’s a hawk. His wings aren’t rounded, but pointed… Kestrel?
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