Harvest Time

 From our very own Meyer Lemon tree! It performed splendidly despite terrible heat, thanks to Rose's vigilant watering.

Dog Politics

We got out two new rawhide bones and Rose said, "Let the dog politics begin." Because, you know, power is all about who controls the bones.

Soon afterward, we had this peaceful scene. Kaylee is just taking a peaceful snooze, coincidentally between the two bones.

So peaceful ...

Or is it?

Another angle shows a different story.

A story of supplication and longing for just one of those tasty bones. You can't hear the heartfelt whining but rest assured begging for bones is both physical and verbal. The bones which Kaylee controls with a simple, steely look into Jeeves' eyes.

A story of power and politics.

Baby Robins

Not our nest. Ours is cleverly crafted in the Y between a waterspout and a wall.
Our robins aren't this big yet, but are getting there!
Source.

Today seems to be a personal day, what with birthday cake and all, so let's just talk about Davis Robin-watch-2019.

We've had a lot of fun watching a robin couple scout locations, thoughtfully build right where we can watch them from our back room, and hatch 3 nestlings, and chase birds away. Now the babies are starting to stretch their heads above the nest edge and fleetingly look around before sinking down again.

Our only problem is that robins spend a day on the ground practicing flying when they fledge. So the one thing these parents didn't consider is that we've got a dog door, a klutzy Boxer and a terrier type who has hunting bred into her bones apparently. That doesn't bode well for any babies on the ground.

So we've worked out the timing as well as we can for fledging time (Wikipedia don't fail me now). Early next week we're going to shut the dog door and go to leashed walkies in the yard for bathroom breaks. Fingers crossed we'll see those little guys on the ground and know when they're safe.

I've seen baby robins sitting on the sides of their nests,
contemplating the world. They look a lot like this. I love that giant bill.
Source.

The Holly is Alive with Bees!

Stock photography

Idly looking out the window on Sunday I saw a lot of gnats flitting around our holly bushes. When I got out there it turns out they were actually bees. So many bees, all busily going from blossom to blossom. Even the occasional wasp was in the crowd. They had a very different style though. Instead of quick canvassing, the wasps were slowly and methodically covering each blossom thoroughly before moving to another.

Now I'd never even noticed the holly bushes had blossoms. They are tiny and nondescript to our eyes. But they have a heavenly scent. I'd wondered for years what was giving off  that scent as I'd go into our office or front yard. As I said, the blossoms are so nondescript that I never noticed them before.

When I walked onto our porch after bee watching I was hit with the scent which had accumulated under our eaves. Directly sniffing the blossoms (at my own risk from busy bees) yielded nothing. The scent had to gather, it seemed.

These holly bushes suddenly took on extra value. I'd always liked that they provided berries for sparrows, cardinals, and robins in late winter. I also appreciated that squirrels and small birds liked hiding in them. Now I could see they perfume the air and feed the bees!

It makes me look at those prickly leaves much more forgivingly. Once again, there is so much that we think we know all about but which has hidden dimensions, if only we open our eyes and see. (Or noses and sniff. Take your pick!)

Ours are Burford Holly bushes which you may read about here.