Tomorrow is Memorial Day. Enjoy the day, but take a moment to remember it commemorates those who gave their lives in service to our country.
Watching American Goldfinches at the feeder is sweet. They are so bright yellow this time of year. Doves hang out on the ground below the feeder, picking up any thistle seeds the finches might drop. I have my hummingbird feeder up too, but as of yet none have showed up. Could be the crazy weather, but last year I didn’t see any here at all. The year before I saw some and this year, I put the feeder back out where it was then instead of up close. I can always put up a second feeder once I get them started. It took a while to get them coming in the Black Forest too, but at the end of eight years there, I had dozens at a time. I miss them.
I also have a bit of a problem. A “darling” baby bunny has a home under my spruce tree in the back yard. He comes out every morning and eats the grass just off my back porch where I can watch him/her from where I write. As I write this, there he is, nibbling away, as cute as a button. The problem is: he will grow into a big bunny that’s not so cute, and he will start eating my flowers and vegetables. I’ve chased him off a couple of times, but he just runs to his hideout and waits.
Something just alarmed him and he ran into the sedum. His ears are straight back and his little nose is twitching. Beatrice Potter came to mind immediately. I don’t believe I’ll be able to do anything but give him a name and resign myself to planting varieties that bunnies don’t eat. I suppose my carrot crop is history – and they were doing so well. Once my grand daughter sees him, all hope of getting tough with the little guy is lost.
and so it goes…