Notice the shadow of an insect on the underside of this flower.
A bunny and a squirrel sharing what drops from the bird feeder.
He's thrilled (we all are) at how many insects are attracted to his zinnias--an idea he gathered from his garden books.
A rare people picture. Peter and my husband rarely take any people pictures. Nature steals the show. I believe Paul is behind the camera here.
A cicada, "the first healthy one of the season", says Peter excitedly, shoving it in my face.
Mary lifted the slip n' slide off the porch and found this bat. Yes, a brown bat On. my. porch.
A hole in its wing, the poor thing can't fly. Husband made ten calls yesterday, trying to find it a home. "Sorry, we don't take bats" they all said, giving him another agency to call.
The bat spent the night in the master bedroom closet, in a container. This was after Paul tried yesterday to hand feed it a fly, without asking Daddy. Oh, the horror. The sweet bat? It did not bite my boy, thank the Lord. But until we get to a state park today and ask a ranger for advice as to letting it go (a bat box in the nature park, maybe?), it stays up in the closet, away from curious hands.
Did I sleep soundly, hearing it nocturnally move the best it could in its injured state? Not exactly. I told husband if it moves too heavily and the container falls to the floor (the lid wasn't fastened as to allow air), we could make a run for it out of the master bedroom, closing the door behind us. Then, safe from rabies, we would come up with a plan about getting our room back. He laughed at me.
The sweet bat--I call it that because it refused to bite my Paul--with its fangs teeth showing.
Your turn now. What's shown up in your yard lately?
1 comment:
Wow great shots! Nothing that interesting in our yard. Love this post :)
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