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.

I’ve set up the feeder on an i.v. pole because there was no outside hook near a window and so I can move it easily.

 

 

 

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.

 

The weeds move faster than I do, but in spite of their appetites, the perennials are tough and keep blooming and attracting bees, butterflies and Hummingbirds. I think of Monet frequently and his design of his motif. As I noted in an earlier post, some artists find and others concoct. It can be argued that all of us concoct since we make choices at every point — paper, canvas, sheet film, video, pencil, paint, marker, or watercolor, this spot or that, all true. I am an over-simplifier. It is a mindset however to think in one way or the other. Things as I find them or things as I arrange them.

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.