Sorry we've been out of wireless range up the hinterlands of New Hampshire Incognita. I'm sending these few pix by human-lackey-courier. Most of the ones that count--the ones with ME in them (!) are still on an SD disk in the possession of my human female servant, still up in the hills!
Anyway, the Pond is better than it's ever been. Some places, like good Rhone Valley wines, improve with familiarity.
But an EVIL INTRUDER haunts my dreams and my waking hours. EVIL INCARNATE! Red Squirrels are small, but so was Napoleon, and I recollect that he did some serious damage...
The Little Corporal, Monsieur l'Ecureuil, disturbs my birdwatching by rappelling down the wires suspending the feeders and launching an assault upon the sunflower seeds. I am currently conducting negotiations with Monsieur le Red-Tailed Hawk, in the hope that a satisfactory Alliance may be contemplated.
Mr. Loon has successfully emptied the Pond of all Brown and Rainbow Trout, sending my male human servant into a new round of cognitive-behavioral therapy and antidepressant medication.
When there are no trout left, one must sleep. And Mr. Loon does that especially well!
The little Hummer-Ladies are continuing to bulk-up with sugar water, going into intense glycemic highs...
They ARE quite vain, and they pose shamelessly for the paparazzi.
So, for that matter, are the goldfinches!
Mom's garden is looking especially colorful this year, and we are getting visitations from Swallowtail and Monarch butterflies.
I have a new toy! This is my official Sergeant Buster-of-the-Yukon Canoe. I actually DO have pictures of it with me (ME, ME, ME!) in it, in characteristic command of the craft, but those, alas, reside on the aforementioned absent SD disk in the possession of Mom the Possessor.
All's well. The days are long and languid. Life is perfect.
Your faithful correspondent,