You know it’s going to be a hot one when the cicadas are buzzing in the tops of the trees and it’s not even 8 A.M.
A couple of sunflowers have bloomed early and the finches are already taking advantage of the situation.
The finches will perch on the flower from behind and make themselves a path to the seeds by plucking off the flower petals and dropping them on the ground.
Then they’ll perch on top of the little clearing they’ve made, which will pull the flower down. They hang upside down and pull the seeds out one by one, slowly working their way to the middle over the next few days.
A turkey decided to go for a stroll through the neighborhood, alone. Usually by now there’s a brood of 6 to 12 following along. But then, there have been coyotes howling just after sunset not far away in the wooded ravine.
I wonder if turkey has been on the menu.
The first of the cherry tomatoes ripened on the vine. They never made it into the house.
They rarely do.
The bald eagle hasn’t been seen for a couple of months, but this morning it made an appearance drifting down the river. It drifts inland to the trees in front of my house. High above a red tailed hawk began screeching. Not happy at the intrusion I’m sure.
I’ve noticed that when the eagle is drifting just above the trees, the hawks and the turkey buzzards take their place a few hundred feet higher. The hawks are the only ones that complain with their screeching, but none of them dare to come down any lower.
They obviously know who’s in charge.
With all the wildlife wandering around the neighborhood this morning, that can only mean one thing.
The fishing should be pretty good around sunset again.
Never did get the write up done from last nights sunset venture.
Maybe that 19 inch smallie will be hungry again.
Only one way to find out.