With cookies or cakes that require pecans or walnuts, the simple chopping endeavor provides quiet contemplation time but also requires careful sorting to eliminate the bad pieces. I figure there are some yard squirrels who might be tempted by them, perhaps enough so that to the wind is tossed their caution—and into the canine crosshairs might they then be placed. Loading up the kitchen sink window platform feeder with these seductors is thought of as “salting the mine” for yard quarry.
There was only one taker for that pile, though, and he let me know what he thought of being spied upon while his belly was filled.
The yard had some other wildlife of note during September, including this cicada (above) tightly gripping the door jamb and ready to give me an annoyed greeting when I emerged early one recent morning. I hope he knows that in our yard lurk terrible dangers, including the troubling tendency of the house pooches to snatch these rascals from their ground squats because it must be enticing to try to chew them. (Sweet Sumner has received a couple of haunch-swats as I have tried to break him of this instinctive insubordination.) But there are also those cicada killer wasps, previously chronicled. Here’s one I managed to capture and toss quickly into the freezer in hopes it can be a suitable specimen for my UNC chum Kelly to add to his collection:
Finally, after over two decades of calling the Roediger House home, while recognizing that this is very much a downtown patch of yard that will not draw in creatures that run freely amongst the flora in larger neighborhoods, the security camera caught the fast fleeing and first witnessing of a rabbit here:
I suspect the intimidating aggression of our ever-watchful pups will make any reappearance unlikely, but time may indeed tell.
No comments:
Post a Comment