Saturday, 102514...
Upon entering the garden, Docken and I heard the oddest sounding "cries" from this crow. It was a cooing sound almost like a mourning dove but more guttural.
Apparently it was waiting for this character, who entered with little concern but seemed very proud of its polystyrene souffle cup find.
At least it kept him quiet. I'm only making him a male because of his arrogance by the way. I don't really know.
I ambled away from this. There wasn't very much enthusiasm on my part and Docken and I both questioned whether we may have been fighting some sort of "bug." I only went far enough into the garden so I could sit down in the shade and catch my bearings. I got up for what sounded like a very noisy, very slow moving airplane, only to discover it was an ultralight. I have not seen one of these since the late 70s or perhaps the early 80s. Maybe because, according to Wikipedia, "restrictions include flying only during daylight hours and over unpopulated areas." Oops, this was not one of those areas.
Everything else was too blah to display.
Sunday, 102614...
Mexican bush sage. I don't believe I've every seen it white/pink before, it's usually purple.
A bee on some sage. |
A grasshopper on Salvia uliginosa. |
A katydid on Lantana. |
And this is what the day looked like, not too shabby. Are we finally moving into something we can really call fall? Is the expectation of rain this Saturday a false hope? Stay tuned...
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