Before Mary's last dog-sitting session, the kids separate bottles and cans for a trip to the recycler.
A Great Sunset Stroll
Mary & I head out to feed and water the dog once more. It's about a mile each way.
As this summer deepened, we noticed ant beds at the roadside (they're actually jagged holes, not cones) were often surrounded by a wide circle of sawdust. First impression was, in some mad ant fury, they obliterated a nearby plant.
Looking more closely, we recognize a variety of seed husks.
Mary's photos are more artistic than mine.
Here's a close up of Dove Weed (Turkey Mullein), flowering at last, now that everything else has dried and shrivelled. The clumps of Dove Weed lining the roads look extraterrestrial, 2-foot blue hemispheres.
A new, unknown weed catches our attention...
Each stalk has a yellow nodules at the flowering end. A powder fungus?
But, it's not fungus. I'm startled to see the stuff move.
And among the fat yellow mites are skinny white mites. So strange and unexpected that we giggle and yell.
Lewcie is happy to see us.
The owner boasts she's a multi-thousand dollar thoroughbred, and I believe it. It takes your breath away to watch her move, snuffling in the grass, chasing lizards and squirrels. Her temperament is merely perfect, too.
On the way back home the moon rises, almost full. At this time of day is the nicest orange glow. A light breeze picks up. You can't help dancing.
We play with the moon, balancing it on treetops
and telephone poles.
Creative young artist girl rolls it down a wire.
I put it on her head.
It doesn't get better than this.
An Acorn Woodpecker lets us watch it feed. At this time of year it's a flycatcher. From the top of a post or telephone pole, it waits for an insect to buzz past.
Every 10 or 15 seconds it leaps up and plucks a bug from the air, pretty as you please, and returns to the fencepost.
Easy, easy living.
Finally, close to home, two planes in the distance fly in formation. I'd never seen fighters move so slowly.
When I blow up the picture, they are 727-sized jets, refuelling. What the heck?
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