Someone, who shall remain unnamed, has sent me a pair of squirrel trou... apparently worried that my squirrels might freeze their nuts off. A strange action to take considering this person claims to HATE squirrels...
Needless to say, the squirrels thank you. Now I just have to figure out how to get them on the squirrel. My brother suggested soaking peanuts in whiskey...
Mr. Handsome has developed a taste for tomatoes. He's a known apple junkie, but I guess has decided to branch out to Love Apples as well. If I'm not swift and alert when passing our row of tomato plants, Mr. H manages to stealthily snag one, whereupon he makes a beeline for the house, and once inside the house, makes another beeline for the top of the stairs where he crunsh, crunsh, crunshes... I've seen this happen enough that I know now what to look for before coming in... his mouth, semi-shut, lips in an o formation. Also, copious amounts of drool cascading down from his drooping drool sacs.
The below photo was taken right after he devoured his top of the stairs snack and decided to venture back down to see if he was in trouble. I don't know... do you think he looks guilty?
Another animal that is finding food in our yard is one of a pair of hummingbirds that hangs out. This one though has taken to perching on the feeder for 30 minutes or more every morning. Excuse the crappy photos, but I have to take them between blind slats. I can open the slats and it won't bother her, but if I pull the blind all the way up, there's not enough to distract her from the coffee-drinking human on the other side of the pane.
One of our daily rituals is Mr. Handsome accompanying me to the train to pick up Grizzled after work. Mr. Handsome knows this is his deal. Squirmy Little Dog usually doesn't go. It's one of the things I do for Mr. Handsome to make up for unleashing Squirmy Little Dog upon his world. Grizzled doesn't need a ride either, but it's one of the things I do for him to make up for what the workday has unleashed on him.
If I stand up or start walking around at any point within 30 minutes of when I normally leave to go retrieve Grizzled, Mr. Handsome is RIGHT. THERE. READY!! And Squirmy is usually biting his ankles.
After getting into the car, the window must be down, no matter the weather. It's part of the deal. I get that. Mr. Handsome must go air-surfing. Mr. Handsome must greet his adoring crowd. I have never seen more friendly people in this place than I do when Mr. Handsome is sticking his handsome puss out the window. People smile, people wave... the other evening, a man even stopped and tipped his hat. Oh to be the recipient of such adoration. It probably even makes up for the bugs in the eyes.
Looking forward to a change of pace and a different perspective. We'll start with bird island via satellite view. I had given the lake address to someone, was checking Google Maps to make sure the location was in the correct spot, it was off in the past... and figured I'd roam around a bit and see what bird island looked like from above. The image is probably from last year, but it's still fun. All of those light spots are HERONS!
Update: ECHIDNE of the snakes has been kind enough to link to this post. I saw that people were wondering about the source of the shoes... I wish I knew. I have to admit, I "borrowed" the photo from FB, and saw no obvious links.
I still want them... the shoes, not so much the links...
Thunder's Columbine photo made me think of our volunteer Columbine in the front of our house. It's not in a good spot. I've tried to dig the damn thing up to move it a couple of times... tried to kill it a few other times, but it's going nowhere. I'm more of a fan of single petaled fleurs as opposed to the fancier pom varieties, but this is still awfully pretty
Also... a photo of a volunteer bunny... also thriving. We had a family of them nesting by the happy, happy bird feeder.Sorry for the poor photo. Those little boogers are fast!! Zipping from one protective plant to another.
When I told one of my brothers about my Buntingpalooza, he said to keep an eye out for Rose-breasted Grosbeaks... that if Buntings are in the area, these will probably show up as well. Pffft. Yeah, right... I thought of my small (though critter-friendly, even Mr. Coyote has sauntered through) yard compared with his much larger and VERY critter-friendly backyard. I did not expect to see one... Then this morning, while responding to email, I looked up, and who was perched on top of the feeder hook?? Looking all "Hey! See me! See me!!" That's right! Mr. Rosy-breasted Grosbeak!