Having had my eyes dilated this morning, things are a bit blurry but I have a few pictures from yesterday that may amuse you and tide me over…
The on going saga: “As the Bush Rustles.”
“This is what motherhood does for you!”
“Endearing, you say?”
“There is a fee, you know, for photographing the little beasts. A sackful of carrots, at least.”
“Not a moment’s peace!”
“Just look at this. Ruined my figure”
“Made my hair fall out!”
“Can’t even get a mouthful of grass for myself.”
“Without them hanging off me!”
“and following me everywhere.”
“Alright, come on then. Bedtime.”
“Feeling a bit better after a night’s sleep.”
“Hey wake up, dozey!”
“Fanks for the payment. Keep the account open.”
“We need a varied diet, Junior.”
“And we must be polite to our friends.”
“Does he listen to me? No. He wants carrot.”
“I’m a good little groundhog, do as Mum says.”
“Good heavens, Progress!”
“Aw, Mum, I wuv you! Tee hee hee, watch this…”
“What are you doing, child? We don’t stand in our breakfast! Get out!”
“Arggh. What will it do next?”
“I’m such a good little girly-girl!”
“Right, that does it!”
“Get back down that burrow, right now!”
“Oh don’t worry, she won’t be mad for long.”
“Us kids’ll stick together.”
And off they went, down their hole, to the relief of everyone else.
Summer has truly arrived as evidenced by the daily fly removal caper. I cannot abide having a fly in the house. Every time I hear the “bzzz” I get crazed, don’t ask why. It really gets on my nerves. But I will not kill them. I capture them and put them back outside. Needless to say, very often they fly back in.
This afternoon, responding to a call for *”MORE NUTS!”, I went out and noticed a huge bee on the milkweed. “Ah! Photograph!” she thought.
The result being that I burned my bare feet on the hot path, only to be dive-bombed by said bee. Whereupon I opened the door to dodge back inside….but did the bee follow?
I’m really hoping not.
*The call for nuts comes from crows who have been watching and taking notes.