Posts Tagged ‘wildlife garden’

Hummer!I don’t promise these are great photography, but they are a triumph for me. I finally caught a hummer on camera. Through a double-pane window  and screen, but I caught him. This is the first time I have seen a hummingbird perch. They are always in a tizzy, flitting from flower to flower. This time he sat right down on my red pepper cage and waited until I got the camera. He wiped his beak back and forth on the wire like a chef sharpening a knife, then preened for a while. I’m in awe. So not good photography, but a great accomplishment for me.

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“There’s four armadillos in your backyard, Ahmaw,” my grandson yelled.

Yeah, right. But I grabbed the camera just in case. P1050885

There they were, facinating and kinda cute–until they waddled around front and invaded my flower/vegetable garden and rooted up a salvia and okra. P1050906

These guys pay no attention to you. None whatsoever, not even if you prod them with a stick away from plants. They stay planted, scooping with that shovel-like nose, chomping and hanging in with ferocious claws that contrast with their innocent, rollypolly look. Focused. They are focused, pausing only once to take look at me.P1050915

Okay, that was entertaining guys. Come back again when you’re not so hungry.

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Wildlife GardenI  know going in the African irises are not part of the “working group” in our wildlife garden.   The coveted hummingbirds and butterflies ignore the tiny blossoms and go on to porterweed, firebush, pentas and lantanas. But the tall, broad iris leaves catch every nuance of breeze and flag me down with startling movement each time I glance their way. They are a gift, one that does not appear to fit with the garden’s purpose, but it would be a mistake to think that. The robust, twelve-foot firebush stretches like the giant it is, pushing toward penta’s territory. But standing guard, straight and sturdy as a fence, the African iris halts the invasion, doing much more than I ask of it. Just being a sentinel would be enough, or sprouting tiny yellow  blooms skyward would be enough, but there is that swaying, dipping, shimmeying that it does for no reason but to bring the garden alive with movement. So in the lull between wildlife visits, we enjoy the dance of the irises, a ballet to fill the waiting stage.

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