Seems like it happened overnight. The pretty song birds have stopped singing, the woodpeckers aren’t tapping on deadwood, no frogs croaking and we haven’t seen a bear, squirrel or beaver in weeks. Every once in awhile we hear a Blue Jay scolding or the whip-poor-will, whip-poor-willing and the little hummingbirds are always right outside the windows doing their chirpy thing, but the rest of them have gone silent or disappeared.
With the trail cams, we still see what’s lurking out there. I’m not a big fan of raccoons, but this is one of the cutest pictures we’ve gotten of one of them.
Last night the big ol’ buck stopped by with the little buck we’re calling Junior. Oh my gosh, he looks so tiny next to the big guy. He must think “when I grow up I want to look just like him”. The buck really is a beauty. Here he is with one of the many bunnies that hang around here. This buck will make some hunter very happy this fall. But maybe he’ll survive another year. We couldn’t believe he survived last winter.
Tomorrow we’re going home for a couple days . I have a gallon of sugar water ready to fill the hummingbird feeders and hope it will last them for 2-3 days. Jim refills the big one everyday. He’ll put out sunflower seeds for the birds and probably throw down a handful or two of corn for the little doe that comes by way too often. It will be a quick trip home. Pick up the mail, do laundry, mow the grass and then back on the road again. We sure can’t complain about the kind of weather we’ve had up here lately. So nice compare to the heat, humidity and storms so many of you are enduring. You won’t hear one word of complaining out of me.