This time of year makes me want to run around the yard screaming my head off...in a good way.
It's a thrilling time, with a freshly arrived migrant around every corner, or a sleepy overwintered butterfly.
I get all mushy with field sparrows. Those girly pink legs and bill. Oooooo.
I remembered today how fun last summer was, when I discovered "butterflying".
(Eastern tailed blue)
A crescent? I need to dig out my butterfly field guide. I'm rusty.
Gratuitous Nellie photos:
Running. With one of my nice hanging baskets in front of her face. Der.
And the reason Nellie failed the Emily Post class:
Good grief, Nellie. Can you ever act like a lady?
(There's also a female cardinal on the feeder right outside the window)
The newest member of the Yard:
This is a weeping willow...no, it's not a native tree. But I wanted one anyway. This spot is where the pond will go, when Geoff says it's okay to do it.
On the way home, Lorelei was in the back seat with the tree (sticking into the car from the trunk...it's like 7 or 8 feet tall), playing with a doll and the leaves. She started acting like the tree was a yeti, and I thought that would make a good name for a tree who will someday be 40-50 feet tall and 40-50 feet in diameter.
So let's all give it up for The Yeti.