The dear little darlings will say they try to help me by waking me early, but they have not yet learned to wake me for a good sunrise.
Inhumane to wake me early otherwise.
It will be some time before dawn becomes manageable again.
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Nibbs has been helping me with the morning rounds.
“Nuffink for me?”
He is one energetic cat.
And full of beans first thing in the morning.
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He suddenly shot off across the porch.
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After Zoomer the chipmunk, no doubt.
“Where’d it go?”
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“Jus’ like dat. He vanish in fik air!”
It certainly does appear that way sometimes. The Chipmunks have a hole right in the middle of the grass and when something threatens, they have a homing beacon.
From wherever they stand, they zoom off at the speed of light and straight down the hole.
So fast it seems like a trick.
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Having located the hole, Nibbs decided to wait.
“Got to come up eventually!”
Knowing Zoomer’s inclination for tempting fate, I dropped a few peanuts down his hole.
To tide him over.
In search of photographs, I moved on, persuading the boy to accompany me.
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He was no help at all because he ate a potential subject.
“It tickled my foot, missus!”
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Nothing to really get excited about.
It appears I have a crop of wheat growing around my house.
At least, that’s what PlantNet would have me believe.
Well, I have a mortar and pestle. I suppose I could pound it if push comes to shove.
Unlikely.
(The pounding part anyway.)
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There’s lots to see here if you squint a bit.
Capturing a decent image is a challenge. Maria Wulff’s photo on Full Moon Fiber Art (20th June) far superior.
She posts a lot of very cool pictures on Facebook.
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The way some plants catch the light reminds me of stained glass windows.
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Not exactly the plant, but the colour I suppose, that catches the light.
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The milkweed is ready for butterflies but I must not obsess about it this year.
Last year we had a bumper crop and quite a few caterpillars but sadly not a single successful butterfly launch.
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While I am fairly fatalistic and accept that very often there is not a happy ending, it does trouble me that many sad endings are directly attributable to our species.
Each year there are changes in what I see around my property. I can control, to some extent what grows here, but I cannot control the climate or the quality of our air.
So every time I see a new born animal or a plant flourishing, or merely a spectacular day, I celebrate and I never take for granted that I shall always have the privilege of such delights.
We have to take delight in whatever we can in all things that nature bestows on us. I would love a magic wand to reverse all the damage we inflict!
I was happy to read that Zoomer escaped becoming a cat toy.
Best wishes, Pete.
Sweet, what a nice “helper” His Nibbs is 😉 … but I think it’s more to see if there might be something for him to eat (and hopefully that doesn’t include little Zoomer). That’s something I try to remember every day – to never take anything for granted. Thanks for the reminder 💌.