|Cut a week ago, this cheery bouquet of Black-Eyed Susans still looks fresh.|
|A honey bee gathering pollen from an Anenome blossom.|
|Foot long seed pods dangle from one of my Honey Locust trees.|
|Six little sticks that once held beeswax sheets in honey frames have a new calling.|
|Frame strips see the light of day as a deluxe feeder perch and beak wiper.|
|A Downy Woodpecker kindly puts seeds in reach of a young Rose-breasted Grosbeak.|
|Into his moult phase, father Rose-breasted Grosbeak appears rather bedraggled.|
|The cage excludes seed tossing bigger birds but admits these American Gold Finches.|
Very clever and entertaining, but I have my own version of huge metal beasts prowling outside. The road beside my home has been ripped up and massaged for a new roadbed and surface. There are gravel trucks and graders and water tankers and roller/compacter machines that shake the earth, including the foundation my house. Dishes rattle on the counter and coffee dances in my cup. I must admit, it is beginning to wear a little on my nerves.
At end of this operation, I'll have a lovely new road to travel, but I'll be glad when the machinery finishes the job and moves elsewhere. The novelty has worn off!
|The roller/compactor machine I call 'Bone Rattler' retires for the evening.|