I've been shooting all sorts of critters this summer....with Boom-boom my Canon....not boom-boom a gun. It's a habit I picked up ears ago when Isaac was small and collecting the various insects, amphibians, and reptiles he could find in the yard was his favorite thing. We'd take a picture, marvel a bit, look up the species, and put it back. As I am lacking time to come up with a reflective or humorous post and as this past week has been a sucktastic one I am sharing the local fauna now in attempts to make myself think of more cheerful or peaceful things. First up, the chipmunks. As a kid I spent a lot of time in the mountains with my grandparents and feeding the chippies by hand was a favorite past time. Since Mr. Lime and Isaac chase them off I was pleased to be able to sit in the yard peacefully with them one afternoon as they scampered around looking for seeds.
You talkin' to ME? This little one cracked me up when I downloaded the picture off my camera.
Mr. Finch. You can certainly see how much more brilliant his plumage is. Again, as a kid in the mountains, I was reminded of my grandfather. We kids could feed the chippies by hand but only my grandfather could draw the wild birds to his upturned palms as he sat in zen-like repose on the back porch. I always thought he and the birds had a special relationship. My aunt confirmed that with this story.
Not far away from the fence post, Mr. Lime built a bird bath out of an old claw-footed tub. About the time we found the fence post neighbor we found this little one had taken up residence in the birdbath. He just seems a bit more outgoing and I can imagine him calling the other frog enticing him to come play while the other one moans about wanting a nap.
Happy memories of years past and peaceful times this summer...aahh, that's better.