I enjoy sitting on the porch watching the crows eating apples off my daddy’s apple trees.
They knock them down to the ground. Then they hold the apple with one foot and peck it into pieces.
One crow actually throws them down on the asphalt so the apples break into pieces. These pieces are snatched up by some noisy smaller crows which I suppose are her offspring.
The crows aren’t the only ones enjoying Daddy’s apples.
There is a lot to watch from this porch on the mountain.
FLOW
I have opened a very popular eatery.
On Monday night the favorite was Hosta on the Hill.
The buffet line was totally cleaned out.
The Tuesday night special was Daylily Delight. Only one juicy Whooperee flower left.
Yesterday evening, I prepared for last night’s feasting
by adding some stinky Society Garlic as a side.
If you are expecting jokes about getting a gun and making venison,
you will be disappointed.
You see I once was a bear, pregnant with twins.
NO, I am not crazy. I am a biologist. I took PROJECT WILD training.
In one of the activities, we were assigned an animal role.
I was a bear pregnant with twins. I had to capture at least three times more food cards than the others.
One total let me live, a higher total let one cub live and the highest total let all three of us survive.
At the end of the “game” I was exhausted and sweaty. I did my best. My totals weren’t high enough.
PAUSE…
Let that that sink in. Who got to survive you ask? If you are a mother, you know it doesn’t matter.
One of the munching deer is pregnant, that means at least one more “mouth” to feed…
And we have coyotes.
Mother Nature is my mother, too.
Flowers are Edible. Bring it Mama!
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