Friday, 27 September 2019

It's Now A Pleasure

Like many folk in the Northern Hemisphere, September is my favourite month.

Yard work that was heat and mosquito plagued during the summer is now a comfortable pleasure. Weed trees, over-grown shrubs and vines can be safely trimmed without fear of disturbing nesting birds. As a bonus, the exercise and fresh country air provide a good night's sleep. October should be almost as wonderful for outside projects! November usually has me scrambling to winterize.

Ellie Mae loves the jungle-like aspect of our grounds.

Hogging too much light from the veg patch, some of these trees will be culled.

Not yet migrated, this catbird was calling for most of the day.

Cedar Waxwings are currently enjoying the yard's mountain ash berries.

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My honey bee hives produced a nice crop of honey again this year. Since I take my share in July, the honey is light coloured and delicately flavoured. I especially love it on pumpernickle toast.

A honey bee gathering pollen from a fading anemone flower.

The hummingbirds have migrated but their feeder still attracts clients.

Harvest of 2019, a light coloured July honey. It was a very good year.

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In the comments section of the previous post, Verna G inquired about the handicapped mother raccoon and her children. Well Verna, I have not seen them for weeks now. I suppose they have mostly gone their separate ways to hunt for food. Nearby there are vast acreages of field corn and miles of ditches to forage in. Perhaps the smallest kit will stick close to her this winter. Judging by how well the mom could scramble up tree trunks and posts, she should be okay. I'll always wonder what could have caused those injuries.

Sunday, 28 July 2019

Evening Sightings

Fireflies (also called Lightning Bugs) were really flashing last night. Atop bushes, they looked like hundreds of cigarette lighters randomly sparking on and then off. One could almost expect a concert to begin.

But before the firefly light show commences, a mother raccoon and her five kits begin their evening forage. Causing her to limp, the mom has an injured right paw. She has, however, no trouble climbing. She also has an injury to her right eye. The smallest of her five youngsters sticks very close to her. The others are much more independent.

A mother raccoon accompanied by her five youngsters.

Her right paw and her right eye are injured.

The lily pond is always interesting to these foragers.

Her smallest and clingiest baby is always the first to follow her.

Mom frequently pauses to scan for any sign of danger.

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I have to laugh at the way I sometimes mishear things. On YouTube, I was watching a beat officer give a guided tour of the homeless in their city tent settlement. I thought the fast talking officer said, "That woman right there was cleaning silver for three years ..." Well, that's positive I thought. She was gainfully employed. But my brain slowly corrected my ears by re-interpreting, "That woman right there was clean and sober for three years ..." Sadly, he went on to explain that she fell off the wagon when someone offered her crack cocaine. I do hope that she can someday manage to again pick up her can of Silvo and polishing cloth.