Texas heat, no problem.
A standoff at the bird feeder this morning. The peacock and squirrel had a little territorial dispute over the birdseed castoffs. The squirrel was not impressed with Burt’s threat display. Weatherford, Texas. August, 2016
The strangest of color signs this morning. Our yellow lilies, which have been a frothy yellow tide this spring, suddenly added a cousin with blood-red hues.
Then as I was drinking my morning coffee, the neighbor’s peacock made a haughty appearance in the yard, complete with Edward Goreyish unearthly cries. Hmmm… a mystery is afoot.
We have a disaster happening in our back yard judging by the sounds. The neighbor’s flock of guinea hens is moving through the tall grass at about nine in the morning while we are having our Saturday morning coffee. Picture the scene in the first ICE AGE animated movie, where the dodos rush to save their last melon and you’ll get an idea of the scene.
The lookout guinea has spotted some imaginary danger and is screeching at the top of its lungs. People in the Texas countryside prize this noise. No one can sneak up on you with a flock of guineas around. We have no problem with this because each guinea hen eats its weight in voracious grasshoppers and other bugs. They also kill snakes. Come on over my friends.
These birds always seem to be in a state of panic about something. Reminds me of some people I know.
My husband and I look at each other each time we see them and simultaneously shout, “The melon, the melon!” and laugh (is this as weird as it sounds?) We love their visits.
There are those moments when you realize how disconnected you are to the natural world. One of the reasons I love living in rural Texas is the chance for nature to reach out and shake me awake.
This past August I walked to my garden room window because I caught the motion of big wings out of the corner of my eye. This beautiful hawk had lit on our waterfall/pond in the front yard. I held my breath as I backed away to get my camera, praying he would still be there when I got back. Not only was he still there, he stayed about ten minutes while I snapped away through the window. You can feel the intensity of these majestic birds and it was thrilling to see one of them so close. His last gift to me (which I was not quick enough to capture) was him snagging a frog out of our pond as he lifted off. I still hear him calling around the house. I think the frogs are awake now too.
A great explanation of the rule of thirds in photography. One of my favorite morning photos of our resident Mocker in Weatherford, Texas.