This week, there were fights between young owls and adult mockingbirds in my yard every evening as dusk approached. The owls are at least 4 times the size of the mockingbirds, but the little guys run them off, screaming and dive-bombing them in unison until the owl flies away. There must be baby mockingbirds close by.
This morning, I found a mockingbird feather in the yard. The Husband found one yesterday. I hope the owls haven't won the battle.
On the garden front:
A few weeks ago, I planted crookneck squash seeds in flower beds. The ones I planted near the stump are healthy and proud and yielded two squash yesterday. The others are sickly, even some that are in the same flower bed as the healthy ones, not 4 feet away. I don't get it.
The Husband reported that there are volunteer squash in the "garden" at Nanny's. I used the quotes because it's not much of a garden - a few tomato plants, a few sickly peppers plants, a row of okra, plus the volunteers. They are surely butternut squash, as I believe that's the only kind I planted (by accident) last year.
Yesterday, I noticed a few odd plants growing in the compost pile. They looked vaguely familiar, so I left them. Early this morning, it came to me; they're potatoes. If you only knew the agony I've caused myself trying to grow potatoes. And here they are, volunteering in the compost, healthier-looking than any potato I ever planted. I'm going to keep throwing stuff on top of them (I mean, don't the experts say to hill up dirt around the stems as they grow?). We'll see what happens.
I am absolutely riddled with chiggers and mosquito bites, just from walking around the yard.
In the craft room this week, I made some polymer clay pendants and earrings that came out nice. I wore some of them to the class reunion committee meeting on Thursday, hoping they'd be noticed, but nobody said a word about them. :-( Booo. On the bright side, most of the committee were menfolk, so they might not have said anything even if they'd noticed.
The other pieces are unfinished right now. Can't decide what to do with them.
There are a lot of unfinished things in the craft room . . . .