I just imagined a dog looking at some constructions holes with its head down and then doing this typical “nervous” to and fro not really sure what to do (or where from to jump ); almost saying: “What’s this ? What’s this ?” and then after a while standing still turning its head up to you and the this typical slanting of the head asking “What now dude?”
After months of what could best be described as total failure, I made significant progress in my quest to cast silicone today. The mold fits together (more or less), doesn’t inhibit cure, and we’ll see in four hours or so how the thing comes out.
I’m not green fingered by any means and was quite surprised my cousins plant that she had gifted due too lack of space, made it through winter.
We’re now heading into summer down here which btw is forecasted to be record breaking hot one so might call her for advice how to nurse “Gerty” (heh it’s been named) through the expected heatwaves because only noticing today that there’s a few leaves looking a bit dry.
My mother has been leaving oats out for a Robin Redbreast every morning for 2 years. It comes right up to the back door and looks in the window. Or if she’s out in the back garden it will come right up to her feet as a gentle reminder that it’s time for the grub. You could have a friend for life there.
My mother has been doing the same for years! They’re lovely birds.
On a similar note, every autumn everywhere here gets filled with stinkbugs, which are quite disgusting. This year, in my balcony, though, there are not many, thanks to four cute redstarts which have been heroically feasting on the smelly bugs. I couldn’t imagine that even stinkbugs could be a delicacy for someone
Lol…also judging by their coloring and overall build I’d say they take after mum, meaning this time around an all girl brood rather than shrimpy little Tiercel’s (male) as opposed to Falcon (female)
So generally like other raptor species, it’s matriarchal “girl power” that actually rules the roost
Older two had fledged earlier this morning, although second oldest madly flapping in excitement slipped of the ledge, I’m praying had eventually managed to right itself
So “Streak” youngest hatchling (named for obvious reasons) now left alone will probably follow suite shortly. Typically the young do stay close to their parents for a while learning how to hunt before striking out on their own.
God speed little ones it’s been a blast sharing in your lives