I had to repair the cross wire, then hung the big feeder a bit higher than before (but probably still not high enough.) And considering the feeders now need to be taken down every night, I’m using a forked stick instead of the step ladder.
The same morning, thirty feet closer to the house. Notice his disdain for the barbecue grill.
Unknown critter near the front door two weeks earlier, neither bear nor boar?
Exciting, but no. I didn’t recognize it at first: it’s our own dog Lucy, being led by my almost invisible self.
Of 807 shots, just one found what I was looking for.
A tentative approach to an empty vegetable garden
Can’t believe I initially labelled this a bluebird. That must have been wishful thinking. We had seen a couple of bluebirds at this birdbath recently, and robins we usually only see briefly in a flock on the front lawn.
