|Born and unborn, these honey bee drones were murdered by their sisters.|
|The area in front of my hives is littered with dead drones.|
|Worker honey bees harvesting licorice mint nectar.|
|Goldenrod flowers are one of the later of the nectar crops to bloom.|
The honey bee drones may lack a social security safety net, but there are two animals in my neighbourhood that are covered. Feral tomcat, Ginger Tom and young red squirrel, Timmy, do get a pension of sorts.
Ginger Tom has been demoted in the pecking order of the feral tom cat community. The younger and stronger black and white cat I call "Chico" calls the shots now. Some weeks back I noticed that Ginger Tom was limping along with a forepaw held well off the ground. There was a fresh scar on his forehead and his thin frame made quite a pathetic picture. How could anyone deny the poor lad a war pension? He knows that if he waits on my deck in the early morning or early evening, a meal allowance will materialize. So far, he hasn't rewarded me with a friendly meow or a cat's version of a smile -- the upward tail. When I go outside with his meal tray, he hides under the deck and doesn't come out until he hears the door shut behind me after I go back into the house. But I don't begrudge him this simple fund. We all need a little help at times.
|Ginger Tom nervously checks over his shoulder.|
|A more virile looking Ginger Tom in January, 2014.|
|Today with thinner cheeks and a lighter summer coat, the ear scars are the same.|
|Waiting for the soup kitchen to open.|
|His paw has obviously healed well enough to climb and peer into my window.|
|Young red squirrel, Timmy, is missing most of his left hind leg.|
|He will need good luck as well as a disability allowance to survive the winter.|