Afternoon observations from the doorwindow at The Acres.
First, the yellow warblers showed up. Up to something in the hickory trees by the pond. Flashes of yellow--furtive but busy. Then, the small calico had an encounter with a groundhog at the edge of the patio. She was under the Last Ride, and he decided to crawl under there as well. Both came out nervous but not afraid. She was impressed by his size, I guess. Sat and observed him but didn't run. He was not impressed at all. Kept right on munching the Queen Anne's Lace. After he left, she came and sat at the door and just watched me. Yawned.
Scratched. I think she knows how beautiful she is. More impressed by the groundhog than me I imagine. Finally, the family of wild turkeys meandered by. Tom, Mom, and eight little ones--if turkeys are ever little. Paraded everywhere--down the driveway a bit, up to the pond, around the hickory and out into the side yard. Stealthy, observant, always looking around--well, Tom and Mom anyway. The clan just followed wherever the adults led them. Spent more time bumping into each other than anything else. The Acres has its own menagerie. You just have to be still and observant. Let nature have its way--beauty and entertainment follows. And it's all free.
Scratched. I think she knows how beautiful she is. More impressed by the groundhog than me I imagine. Finally, the family of wild turkeys meandered by. Tom, Mom, and eight little ones--if turkeys are ever little. Paraded everywhere--down the driveway a bit, up to the pond, around the hickory and out into the side yard. Stealthy, observant, always looking around--well, Tom and Mom anyway. The clan just followed wherever the adults led them. Spent more time bumping into each other than anything else. The Acres has its own menagerie. You just have to be still and observant. Let nature have its way--beauty and entertainment follows. And it's all free.
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