GOD'S ORDER OF THINGS

9pm Monday night.

Cool temps today but muggy, very humid. Temp in low 70’s.

Small animal activity around The Study is picking up.

Our resident squirrels are carrying ping pong sized things in their mouths and rolling on the ground and jumping from high branches and chasing each other from one end of our garden to the other.

A small silvery bird, sparrow sized, stopped by the still empty feeder. We will stock it and the corn feeder and the peanut feeder in a few weeks.

Son-in-law reported seeing three deer in his back yard yesterday eating delicacies from his garden.

Driving away from his house, Dear Wife saw a large bird ‘dining’ on roadside carrion – the scavenger was the size of a wild turkey and seemed to know exactly what it was doing.
Nuff said.

Neighbor’s five cats have worn a footpath across our front yard. You can see it if I let grass grow a bit.
Our grass can take it.

Honey bees, bless them, have been busy of late on our ‘everlasting’ plants, Gramma’s favs. We see very few nowadays.

Herds [I know, wrong word] of sparrows and grackles and the like have been descending on our grasses and apparently are getting some benefit.
All of our grass is of a volunteer variety.

Robins too are busy once again.

Which reminds me, I just purchased a book for Dear Wife and Daughter – and for myself – entitled Wesley the Owl, the story of a young woman and a barn owl – an account of a 17 or more year relationship of a young scientist and a lovely and loving creature.

The author states that a barn owl can detect a field mouse under three feet of snow by hearing the heartbeat of the mouse.

I thought of that today when I saw the robins ‘listening’ for the worms in the soil with that tilt of their heads.
Haven’t read the book yet, but will when the Ladies are through with it.

At any rate, the tempo of ‘natural life’ seems to be picking up, perhaps in anticipation of the coming change of seasons.

We need to order firewood. And soon the leaves will begin to fall.

God’s order of things.