Brother Joe Della Rosa and his daughter walked through their backyard and received a blessing for their time; a Snowberry Clearwing moth, sometimes known as “hummingbird” moths.
I shared a local hummingbird moth’s visit in Velda, the Hummingbird Moth just about this time two years back.
Snowberry Humming Clearwing Bird moth territory has increased largely over the past few years. Perhaps due to the reasons sited in Velda, the Hummingbird Moth, perhaps not.
One can never have enough beauty in one’s world.
And still, best be careful where beauty originates.
First thing, there were five deer.
One day this past June, Susan, hone alone, spied deer in our yard.
I documented our last cervine visitation in A MidWinter Herd.
This visitation seemed purely for her.
So taken was she, she photographed. I suppose because photography and paint are her visual art fields of choice.
More a videographer, me.
And still, enjoy.
The Wild, as most know, loves music.
Music is loved because The Wild is full of music. Not just the calls of animals but their movement as well. Not just the wind in the trees but the leaves budding, the bark hardening, the sunlight nourishing. Not just the waters in their courses but the rocks they wash over, the paths they carve out.
And, of course, good tunes.
We’re always playing music and it’s fascinating to learn which critters like which music.
Rabbits, it seems, tend to pay attention to Billy Preston.
Don’t know why. Haven’t asked.
I appreciate their taste, though.
Long ago I would go out at night with my clarinet and alto sax. About five minutes playing in, eyes would ring from out of the woods. Soon I’d hear rustling as four-legged things hustled back and forth. Soon a coyote or two would come forward, then another, then another and another, and together we’d all sing.
I wonder if Billy Preston needs a partner?
Sometimes I want to get Susan’s attention.
A special kind of attention (wink wink, nudge nudge).
That’s when I strut.
Our neighbors can tell when I’m a’struttin’ because they hear Susan laughing hysterically.
Yeah, I’m a good strutter.
But I’m nothing compared to these fine young chaps.
Especially when they be a’struttin’ to Bach.
Susan really gets a treat when I be a’struttin’ to Bach.
You can tell by her gasps of joy.
No problems. I’ll take what I can get.
They only come out at night (with all due apologies to The Edgar Winter Group).
Truth is, our coyote come out fairly often. Mostly late afternoons into evening, granted, but often.
This is fine with us.
One of the habits of denning coyote is foraging at night when most reasonable Two-Leggers are asleep or at least safely tucked indoors.
Not so us.
The Wild knows we are not reasonable Two-Leggers.
So it is with Samuel, a handsome and robust father of (we suspect) at least two.
We make sure Samuel has something for his pups.
It’s not our job to preserve The Wild.
But we do attempt to maintain balance. There are many more Two-Leggers who are not willing to share.
You’re not one, are you?
And if you’re not willing to share, you’re not willing to share because…?