Reflection's Flora and Fauna
A collection of my photos of flora and fauna, and maybe now and then,
something else that catches my attention and just will not let go.
Maybe even with little verbage, which is pretty hard for this gal.



Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Tweet, Tweet

Linda, at Flipside and I have fun on Wordless Wednesday, I let her post a photo and I try to duplicate.  Sometimes I can, sometimes she stumps me. This week, she posted a photo (taken with that new water-proof camera of hers) of 2 duck eggs.  Amazing that ducks are laying eggs NOW, seems late in the year to me.  Tis a great photo, go see!  Reflections has no duck eggs, but from the archives, we do have these two.  And, yes, I almost always fail at Wordless Wednesday, its all Linda's fault! LOL




*Photo courtesy of Man.  Taken in 2007, found these two in our smoke bush, buried deep among the foliage.

**Did manage wordless today on Reflections From the Fence!  Waahhoooo Summer!!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Mr. Squirrel and the Mulberry Bush

We have growing in our yard what we have been told is a mulberry bush/tree.  The critters love it!  I don't mind it, it is a slow grower, rarely drops any limbs.  It does have one bad point, those berries when really ripe, turn a dark dark red/purple.  The birds doo doo them all over and we have purple splats, you know what I mean.  They also really can stain your clothing if you happen to have one drop between you and the mower seat while mowing and squish it.  Wonder if our ancestors ever used mulberry for a natural die for fabric??

We actually have tagged the mulberry with the nickname, 'The Bird Tree'.  During winters we have had to stay here, we hang bird feeders from the lower limbs, believe we had 3 or 4 feeders one year, and of course, a couple of suet feeders.  Those feeders drew in birds, lots of birds, cardinals, finches of all colors, doves, and at least 3 different kinds of woodpeckers.  It was not uncommon to see 40 or more birds on or under the tree at one time.

Right now, the mulberries are starting to ripen, and the local squirrel population is feasting.  Mr. Squirrel (nope, I have NO idea if HE is a SHE, let's just go with Mr. for this post) climbed to the very top of the tree, to the very ends of the limbs.  With the Sony zoomed to the max, we can see that Mr. Squirrel is enjoying his feast at the mulberry.


Assume whatever position you must to get the berry, even upside down!


YUMMY!!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Dining Duo Woodpeckers


Zoomed the Sony as far as it would go, caught these two having a bug snack at the mulberry.



* A few days later I caught Mr. Squirrel high up in the tree.  He will be making an appearance tomorrow AM.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

No Photos Please


White tail deer, obviously camera shy.



*Plus a tad bit of camera movement by yours truly.  Nope, not all photos are created equal.  LOL

Friday, July 2, 2010

The New Impatiens, Big and Beautiful




The blooms are close to 2 inches in diameter, abut twice the size of other impatiens I have growing.  I just love that "tail".  These look fabulous floating in a clear bowl of water.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Carol's Folly, The Bridge

When we first moved to the "country", we knew had a pond, errrrr a hole in the ground.  Later that year, I discovered, the "swamp".  Between the swamp and the pond runs a divit, a ditch, a low spot.  The first several years that divit was wet, mucky.  Hindered us from accessing the back of the property from the east side. I wanted a bridge.  Nothing expensive, just a way to get over the muck.

After several years of, mmmmm, well, whining, Man said, "we are gonna build a bridge".  As home improvements tend to do, it went from in my mind a few simple pieces of lumber to, a master piece of manly design.  It also went from "we are going" to build it, to call in the pro!

A huge hunk of $$ later, and we have this lovely bridge down in the woods. The next 5 years or more we had a drought, and there was NEVER any water under the bridge.  Wasn't mucky either.  Figures, eh??  LOL

And, therefore the name, Carol's Folly.  A bridge over dry land.