 Well, I shall try again with this post. Had the whole thing done and then something flipped and the whole thing was lost. So, lesson learned and this time I shall save often.So, this is the second day of spring and I looked out my kitchen window and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a lovely lady deer stopping by for a morning snack? |
 Who would have thought that deer had a liking for birdseed? I may actually consider putting up a birdfeeder in my yard just to attract one of these lovely ladies into my yard. |
 And here we have a bird not on a wire but on a branch under a wire. Just moments before the infamous battle between the robin and the raven which was unfortunately over before I could get the camera back up to capture it for posterity. Ah well. There is always the next time. They need to learn to either battle longer or give sufficient warning that the battle is about to ensue. |
 No, I am relatively sure it isn’t Woody, but rumor has it that it might be a distant relative. I have been on countless hikes over the years and seen evidence of these critters in the trees turned Swiss cheese. It was nice to finally get a picture of one and then found out that they are around here in just droves. They seem particularly fond of perching in one of the trees in the back yard. |
 Gotta love living in an area where you can burn the yard cuttings. Yeah, I know most do it because it is a cost savings of having it hauled away. But, for someone like me, its like . . . . . . FIRE!!!! Cool!!!Seriously gave some consideration to running in the house and grabbing a blanket to try my hand at smoke signals. But, I figured as close as I am to one of the Indian reservations, I would probably send off some seriously inflammatory comments and they would send one of the elders over to make me turn over my discount dining and gas card at the casino. That doesn’t mean I would give it consideration again sometime in the future. But this time I was content to just play with fire. |
 It should be noted that no known life forms were sacrificed in the making of this fire (at least not to the knowledge of the fire maker) There was however, a disturbance of an erotic episode between a couple of glowing bronze beetles as the branch they were using for discretionary purposes was pulled up to add to the growing pyre. I did offer an apology for the disturbance, but they were too engaged to take note of it. And yes, I did attempt to get a picture of them, but by the time I had grabbed the camera and walked back over, they had moved to some other location. |
 I must have done something right because look! There in the center of the pyre is a fire elemental engaged in dance of such ancient origin that no one remembers what it means anymore. But, you can see her right there beckoning for others to join her in her fiery dance. |
 And here we have the two story fire elemental two story hobbit dome style abode. |
 And her little flooferness self, Miss Cassie, said it is time to take a break and look upon her immense beauty and tell her what a lovely little princess she is and what a lovely white ruff she has. She is hoping that I won’t point out that little area right there at the bottom of the ruff where the fur is kinda stuck together. which is where she has drooled on herself and forgot to clean off before posing for the picture. She does this often, but will insist that she doesn’t. Don’t believe this. Cats are wicked and deceitful creatures. |
 And so now we return to the fire which is emitting the most lovely plumes of smoke. I did give much consideration to cackling maniacally and tossing thing into the fire for the scarification of the hag, but because there were other neighbors out and making kind gestures, including the exchange of verbal pleasantries, I opted to refrain till possibly the next time I make fire. |
 And it is now burning down to the last of its branches. I did mean to take a picture of the black smoldering mound at the end, but got distracted with other things and forgot to do so. I suppose this is one of those times I should contemplate making one of those things to remember lists. The problem is that I always forget where I put them, so they tend to be a bit of a waste of time. |
And I shall end this with this lovely picture of my blooming hellebore. Because what more fitting way to end a post than with a picture of a poisonous plant? Well, maybe a poisonous critter, but there weren’t any around so I had to make due with what I had to work with. |
