Fiber Artists take note of the spider’s construction overnight. After drenching rains late yesterday afternoon and all night, this morning the mist was heavy, the air hot, thick and around the tree I found webs, like wide cup footprints. This one was created on a bush outside the door. I especially like the indentations from which run threads to stabilize it to the tree.
The Gang of Four are Squirrels-in-Residence near the feeders. Our deal is I give them dried corn-on-the-cob and they promise to leave black-oiled sunflower seeds for the birds. I was the only signatory to the pact. They know I scold them when they get too greedy so this ambitious fellow decided the darker hours would given him an advantage. He scaled the metal pole with no effort and that evening dined by moonlight.
The tiny visitor required a long wait. She came by yesterday at dusk and I was ready. It’s difficult to see them approach because they look like any other flying insect out there. There are two of them. More photos soon.
Two Woodchucks, a mother and child, enjoy the salt-lick bench on my back patio. Bookends here, they love whatever it is that this cement gives them. The Squirrels, their genetic cousins, savor it, too.
Is this a Nuthatch or a Tufted Titmouse? I am unsure, though I know it is a youngster who is in awe of the world and still kinda lost in it. I saw him this afternoon musing on the feeder. I wonder what he was wondering about.
Flame Stitch was acquired for a collection in Florence, Italy, this week. It will look out into the beautiful world of the Tuscan landscape.
Yesterday the camera was ready when the Mamma and her children grazed by. I have seen them frequently in the recent weeks on all sides of the property but never with the camera. The mother is so attentive, eats leaves and keeps glancing toward the fawns. They stay hidden until she tells them to move out of cover. As they rounded the house and moved to the front lawn, Billy started declaring himself, barking at the window, and they slowly trotted off to the pines on the other side, not too upset by him.
A marvelous thing it is to be able to view a character like this and just watch as he goes about his day. The Dandelion was on the menu this morning as were other morsels of green. The Woodchuck grazes and seems fairly particular about which leaves he chooses. Every now and then he pops up and looks around sniffing the air for trouble or concern and then goes back to his meal.
This Woodchuck is more interested in his make-shift salt lick than in chucking wood. He came by the patio for a visit and was soon joined by a smaller pal. I am intrigued by his perfect ear. Enlarging it on the screen it is nicely designed and streamlined close to his skull. Apparently they can be quite fierce if in danger but through my camera’s lens, this critter looks friendly and huggable. I imagine he can tell entertaining tales of the forest handed down through eons of Woodchucks before him.