Look what I found in my tree this morning. I thought when I opened the back door he’d leap down and run away, but instead he just lurked there for a bit pretending to be invisible.
After a prolonged staring contest he decided to come down. Slowly and carefully.
I expect this is what lured him up there in the first place, although I’m pretty sure it’s empty and the birds have flown.
It didn’t look this high from the ground up. When he made the final leap, again I expected him to take off running (I’m pretty scary, bare feet in the wet grass, pointing and shooting). Maybe I’d make a great wildlife photographer since nothing seems to be afraid of me.
Strange back yard adventures are exhausting and require a time out and a lie down beside the tiger lilies to catch one’s breath and decide what’s next on the morning agenda. Or maybe he was just curious to see what the crazy lady was up to now. Nothing much, I went back in the house because my coffee was getting cold. My little back yard intruder got bored and wandered off too. But not before gazing longingly up into the tree again. Maybe he’s just casing the neighborhood for bird houses and feeders and the odd squirrel hangout. He’s in for a surprise if the magpies return. I’m sure they’ll make it quite clear who was here first.
“If a June night could talk, it would probably boast that it invented romance.” Bern Williams
Starting off in the month of June is like starting off on the first day of a holiday and knowing that there are days and days to follow just like this one. Because all that warm sunny weather in July and August and September is still to come and winter is far, far away. It’s also the month of the property tax bill, but I’ve already paid that just to get it over with and make the interval from now until the next one that much longer. And the longer daylight of this month is maybe the best thing about it. Going to work in the daylight and coming home in the daylight – wow. Makes me feel like work is not the only thing I did while the sun was shining.
There are birds in the bird house, seeds in the bird feeder, nuts and things in that little tray for the squirrel and green leaves on the tree. A big black crow has taken a liking to the squirrel food and the squirrel is not amused. It can get a little noisy out there.
And speaking of noisy, I was finally able to snap a picture of my elusive magpie, hopping about on the garage roof screeching magpie expletives at me. There’s a reason why it’s called wildlife.
Sparkly shingles are not his natural habitat, although he does spend a lot of time up there pretending to be severely pissed off. It’s actually my roof buddy, you need to get over yourself. And come down to the ground where I can get a decent shot of your mad little face.
- Photogravure of Robert Browning, 1865, printed c. 1893 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
“And let them pass, as they will too soon,
With the bean-flowers’ boon,
And the blackbird’s tune,
And May, and June!”
Well, I’m off to flip over all the calendars. Be still my heart. Have a perfectly beautiful June kind of day.