some quiet storms, breezes, Mockingbirds feeding their 4 young in the dead Russian Olive, Sunny Ray copping an attitude but stopping just short of not good, doe Goats frisky, things growing, things dying. a day of Mercy all around.
just Putting things. I would carry the pods all around, put them in every photograph, their Beauty is so overwhelming to me
this is the Fruit Beetle that all those Big White Grubs of last year's compost turn into. I like to call them Flying Olives. They are the size of an olive. There are SOME now. From that bumper crop of grubs last year, i would have expected zillions. But i clearly don't know much at all about how it goes. Only some. The Birds eat them. This one just died for whatever reason to the right of the back porch. Ants are eating it.
the Underside
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