Showing posts with label spring peeper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring peeper. Show all posts

Monday, 3 October 2022

Fall sights and sounds

Here we are, deep into the school year. Poor Josephine has COVID. She'll be home from school. She's not feeling too badly, but did have a positive RAT. 
We are continuing to do research on gun clubs. The proposed gun range has me rattled. I'm trying not to let it make me sick, but it is making me anxious. 

I tootled on down to the back 40. The leaves are turning and/or falling! The aspen saplings are doing well, despite Bambi's affection for them! With the old sumacs dying off (insufficient moisture?), it add some trees to the back.


Just beside the wetland there are many little spider webs. 


Another mushroom photo! They look so cute! These are new.

This looks like butterscotch!

I'd looked for the puff balls I'd seen here, not spotted one. I was out looking for Fred's burrow under the rocks. Instead I found a hole in the side of the yard.

On the front deck we've still bumble bees bumbling about.

Next year's buds...


Out the back, the temperatures are lower, as the sun doesn't warm up the back deck during this solstice.

This is the last of our frogs, I think. The Spring Peeper.
The baby gray tree frog tried to slip away from my lens.

Maple, the gray tree frog, nestles under an ivy stem.

And, as YAM says, this is the sign of Autumn. I've filled the goldfish tank, to let it warm up in preparation for the goldfish. It was -2 C. last night. When I hustled outside to take out the garbage, I noticed the bird bath had a skiff of ice. Whoopsie. I plugged in the heater.

On the back landing, you'll see my lovely pumpkin. Butch raccoon has attacked it already!



Wednesday, 21 April 2021

Daffodils, deer, turkey

First things first, Black Lives Matter. That's all. There won't be justice, that is impossible, too many are being lost to systemic racism. It is accountability, so says the Minnesota Attorney General Keith Ellison. It's a step forward.

Our premier, Doug Ford, who has been ineffective with delayed responses to the pandemic by not following the health teams recommendations, has been quarantined since an aide in his office has been tested positive for COVID–19.  It serves him right, as he hasn't taken his own advice and stayed put. 

Small mistake in the chyron, but hubby's comment, "Thank goodness we've traded premiers!" made me laugh.

OK, back to nature She doesn't fool the birds! I might put a bright collar on her. So far, she doesn't get them.


We've a pair of deer hanging around...
Their coats look somewhat rough, as they are losing their winter coats. I offered the brush her, but she declined!


I woke at 2 a.m., and saw the motion sensor light on. There were four deer nibbling on our grass in the dark and the snow was falling. doe  


Somehow, the camera slipped down the tree during the day! I was aiming for the nest box opening. I have to remember to tip it when I visit today. (Nonmental note!)

You can hear a lone spring peeper in the video. Cinnamon came along and meows, as well. The wood duck box on the right is the one with the 10 -12 eggs. I peeked once, seeing her fly off, but since it is so cold I've been really quiet around it.


During the afternoon we had a wild turkey visit. They are approaching mating season, and their heads turn lovely colours.


By the morning, the front looked like this! We've had 5 cm snow, and it's still falling. It's melting on the sidewalk and driveway. 

Our daffodils and bent, but not broken!


The poor little daffodils!

The tulips were just about ready for spring.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Daisy and I went out to play

We've had a lot of rain over the past couple of months. Not as much as Ottawa, but a consistent daily rain, for the most part. My gardens are lush. The bugs are numerous, and the birds are producing broods #3.
Daisy found herself a snake. Two, actually. One in the garden, the other in the forest. She urged them to go on their way.
I found a big, black beautiful bug. I think it is a form of cicada, but I'm still working on it.
The deerflies are awful, the patched on the back of my hat work. I wrap the patch on a stick, and let the goldfish eat them.
Orchid cactus blooming again!
The pearly moth is: Diachrysia balluca. AKA Green-patched Looper



Spring peeper