Busy season is over and I’m enjoying backyard bird watching again. A towhee came running down the wall, chased by another, as always. (Eating the mantis aka my spiritual advisor gave em a good power up.)
The starlings are roosting in the saguaro. Their babies chirp as the sun sets.
A woodpecker drops in on the palm tree, just under another starling in it’s nest. Treetop neighbors.
This morning on the porch, the same Aberts towhee, looking plump and healthy, came chirping on the fence once again.
Well hello. I guess you’re my new friend. Might as well embrace the new lead character of our backyard, as we move up the food chain from the precious mantis to the predator who transmuted it into her bird energy.
Towhee IS the mantis! It’s a small change with a huge impact.
She chirped to the ground for a drink from the saucer, chirping as she went. The cats just watched from across the yard. She chirp-hopped back up on the fence and was gone the same way she came.
There were two woodpeckers on the palm tree, two mockingbirds scuffling in the ocotillo, two quail digging in the dirt.
Tertiary mantis theory: it went to the lemon tree for some lacewings and in doing so, perhaps, our original hero made it yonder down the food chain and not hither into the mouth of a bird.
Last night I saw a flash of light through my eyelids. What could it be? I got up and watched out the window. Thunder softly rolled. It sounded like hail as huge drops of rain started smacking the ground. Heat is returning to the valley. Temps are going to be in the 90s for the next month. At least it is still in the 60s at night.
Woodpecker has been in the saguaro all day. Two pair of quail shuffled through the yard this morning. We ran the sprinklers and a curve billed thrasher stopped by for a bath on the rocks where we are building a new border!
Thrasher sat atop the rock pile and rubbed itself on the wet rocks to work the water through it’s feathers. It popped onto the fence to preen then onto the ocotillo for additional preening.