Several times this summer I promised a garden tour movie. It never happened. At no point did I consider my garden at “peak”. Something wasn’t raked, swept and next week the whatever will start blooming.
Then the floods and hail came. We had two flood level deluges this summer that dumped more destruction than rescue on land so dry a spilled glass of water beaded up as if the dirt has been “Scotch-Guarded”.
I shouldn’t have waited for perfection.
Rather than apologize ad nauseam let’s talk about parenting?
Canyon Towhees are some of the best bird parents out there. Mine had a late (2nd) nest this year and the teenagers are fully feathered and only slightly smaller than mom and dad. The kids are pecking and scratching just fine on their own but the parents scarf bird seed and insist on shoving treats down waiting throats. It’s adorable if you enjoy watching birds vomit.
In other news I like the Western Scrub Jays better. They can be so brassy, pushy and quarrelsome. That is all of course anthropomorphizing so let me go one more step. I am fonder of them since I read that they hold funerals… most unusual.
Here is to your health.
Hyper intellect has a blog up these days. Joy Bee did too for a bit but decided she was too shy for Word Press.
Hyper’s blog is here. Feel free to pay him a visit. Tell him Osolynden sent ya. Maybe he will finally start validating my parking?