Sometimes I have trouble leaving my yard.
There are people out there… and germs.
I am safe here.
I’d rather stay home and hang out with my friends.
This young fox seemed right at home on the neighbor’s pier.
It’s boldness is unusual, but it is young and hungry.
It was aware of my presence, but not alarmed.
I bet I have been spied upon as I wander and work outside.
I am happy that this lovely creature has chosen to hang out here.
No worries about Charlotte, she is enclosed in a fortress built to keep out coyotes.
The fox belongs here, Charlotte is the immigrant.
It’s nice to have company during quarantine.
This critter has taken up residence under the table on the deck.
This is it’s fourth day in this warm spot.
I am happy to have this new little neighbor.
Stay safe folks.
I had big plans for the bunnies.
They were moving outside.
I have spent months working on a pen inside the bunny yard.
There are now two barriers between them and danger.
It has fence, hardware cloth, mesh,
plexi glass, polyethylene and metal.
(Shower curtains will be replaced by metal when Mr. Flower has time to help.)
There are boxes, tunnels and a hutch.
They even have market lights on a timer!
It is quite elaborate and a bit messy. (Sorry neighbors)
But it was all for naught.
My plans have been foiled by two photos from the neighbors’ critter cam.
The first is of three raccoons. I was aware of one, but now feel outnumbered.
The second is the hind end of a rather large coyote.
Years ago one tore down some fence and left a dirty paw print on the window screen.
THUS, those two messy bunnies will continue to come inside at night.
We can’t have them partying with these wild ones.
Mama needs her sleep.
They are living jewels perched on the water lettuce leaves.
Their colors range from green to gold.
They are the tiniest friends I have.
They are precious to me.
I have visited them numerous times each day to get them habituated to me.
They no longer dive in or hide.
Their tiny brains have learned to ignore my shadow.
They even look me in the eye now.
Such brave little frogs!
There is action 24/7 here at Flower’s garden.
It’s hard to get any rest.
The frogs and toads are raising a ruckus out front to all hours.
Just when they get done with their revelry,
my blue friend starts pecking the window out back
It’s hard for me to be nice with so little sleep.
I guess that’s why Ricky ran away when I tried to pet him.
Flow is too old for her wild friends.
I may go take a nap, while its quiet.
I suspect these high temperatures tricked my toad out of his torpor.
I am sure my snooping around weeding and cleaning also disrupted his winter rest.
He spent all day yesterday perched on this rock at the top of the wall.
I checked on him many times yesterday. He was unresponsive.
I did not touch him for fear he might plunge to his death, if disturbed.
He was still precariously perched last night when I went to bed.
This morning, I was pleased to find him in a less exposed location.
He has moved to a space between stones, not far from the hole he emerged from.
He still won’t look at me, maybe he blames me for early emergence. Typical toad attitude.
The North Carolina Arboretum wasn’t just twinkling lights last weekend.
There was also Buck and Bear drama in a life-sized, wildlife diorama.
These two animals had the speaking parts in the play about nature’s ways..
The old buck was reminding the young cub how to prepare a bed for hibernation.
The cub had forgotten what he and his mother had done to prepare for last year’s winter rest.
Bears make themselves a mattress to sleep on out of twigs, vines and leaves.
There were cameo appearances from some smaller stars. These included owls, raccoons, skunks and chipmunks.
There was even a wild rabbit.
I really wanted to crawl over the railing and pet these precious creatures.
The folks at the North Carolina Arboretum foresaw this urge.
There was a row of little bears outside the railing also watching the performance,
so that children (or crazy women) could sit beside them and pet them.
Because it’s really hard to resist a baby bear,
especially one that talks.
(This is in the NC Arboretum building near the fountain. The display is in a large room to the left of the lobby. We would have missed it, had not a worker in the gift shop told us about it. The short show is a must-see for children.)
It’s hard for me to leave tasks unfinished.
Since I am never finished, I rarely voluntarily stop working.
Sometimes a family intervention is needed.
This weekend I was forced to stop weeding, washing and writing
to travel up river by boat with the kayaks piled onto the front.
We have been wanting to do this for years.
There are side channels of the river that can only be reached by canoes and kayaks.
We anchored the boat and paddled under bridges
and through leaning trees to explore two of these protected areas.
I was pleased to see that nesting boxes and platforms had been erected for bird habitats.
The turtles, fish and snake I saw seemed undisturbed by my floating by.
I felt this was not only a haven for them, but also for me.
Maybe it’s time for FLOWER to get back to biology?
I returned home wet, tired and hungry…but with a new attitude.
Let’s call it water therapy.