Late this afternoon just before dinner I spied this Canadian across the slough, at first glance I thought it was a new pipe sticking out of the rocks. There are several more on the pasture behind him and two more in the slough on this side of him.
I appreciate flower gardens now more than during my earlier years when my motto was "if it doesn't bear fruit it's not worth growing." Yeh, basically that was my mindset, I just wanted to grow food. But now it's hard to pass any flowering plant without stopping and on occasion taking a picture or two.
Raising Earthworms may be a good first step in acheiving zero waste. They eat all organic material as well as paper products. The castings make excellent fertilizer in solid or liquid form.
The wildfires are burning enhanced by the high ambient temperatures. The heat dries the garden beds quickly to the detriment of some plants, my Crenshaw melons are now a statistic.
This may be the shortest Blog I've written yet.
The Blue Herons are around the slough most of the time. It's odd when at least one is not within view, they have a loud AWK letting it loose while flying or right before taking off.
There are only 2,000 people on the Island, we all know pretty much everyone. I can't figure out how some people are able to go out in public after their remarks. It's always the same people tossing out the same insults to the same insultees, is this nuts or what? Oh Lord please have this self Quarantine end within the next 6 months to one year.
Their landings should be of little surprise after seeing how the nests are constructed. Some balance precariously on unstable precipices. Some people are tempted to help them by "shoring" up the works. However the best help we can give is to simply leave them alone to their own devices.
During their silent search for a meal they glide effortlessly through the skies.
The waves don't bother them, if the wind does it's not shown however they show up in greater numbers when the wind is down. They are a joy to watch with or without the wind they are always actively on the search for another meal.
Follow the Fork in the Road 