Monday, July 4, 2022
Missing No More
Remember how I said our garden was mysteriously devoid of squirrels this year? Well, at least one has managed to find its way back to our walnut tree, which as you can see is laden with nuts. I took this Saturday morning, and I'm hoping he comes back and brings his friends. (Yes, I am actually hoping for more squirrels! Remind me of this when they tear up our plants.)
Dave and I have also talked about an apparent lack of butterflies this year, I think because it's been so cool. (It's 55º F, or 13º C, as I'm writing this post at 6:59 a.m.) But yesterday our garden was visited by this one, a comma. We've had a handful of butterflies but I expected more.
In the afternoon Olga and I walked to the cemetery. I was looking for the spotted burnets but they aren't around yet. Sometimes they appear in later July.
However, something else was around...
...the turaco! I hadn't heard it since March and I was afraid it had moved on to greener pastures. I heard it calling and followed its croaky squawk (trailed by a bewildered Olga) to a clump of trees just outside the cemetery boundaries, in the back garden of some adjacent flats. I couldn't see it at all, though. That's the shortest video in the world because right after I got there it called once and then stopped. At least we know it's still alive.