Ivy has the zoomies. She’s racing around here like the devil is chasing her.
She’s pretty big now, so when she leaps and lands behind me on the back of my chair, I sure feel it. Charlie looks up from his spot beside me, curious as to what Ivy is up to. She’s pretty much always up to something.
There was lots of activity over the weekend. Two Bewick’s wrens decided to nest in the bird’s nest over on the fence. I stood at the door with my camera and zoom lens and got lots of pics.
It’s too bad the mourning doves moved on. I will have to move that container they used for a nest down toward the end of the patio. Because it was sitting just above my water spigot and hose. They were going to be disturbed every time I needed to water the plants.
Here are the Bewick’s wrens. They’re such funny little birds. They don’t mind humans much. They’re pretty feisty little birds.
They must have build that nest all the way from the bottom to the hole, because they were at it for days. As soon as one bird would come out of that hole the other was ready to go in with nest filler.
One of them kept bringing a large brown leaf bigger than it was to the opening, and then of course couldn’t get into the hole with it. It was pretty funny watching the consternation of that little bird trying to fit that big leaf into that little hole and being knocked backwards every time.
“Hi, neighbor. Pleased to meet you. If you need a cup of sugar please don’t hesitate to let me know.”
I guess they’re all moved in now.
And then there are the scores of butterflies, bees and wasps on the tree full of white blooms. The air is heavy with its perfume. Dozens and dozens of these creatures are buzzing about.
Ivy is curiously watching all the activity outside.
I can get pretty got shots with my zoom lens. Look at the airplane I caught on my camera with it.
And then Nathan had quite the scare a few days ago. He was at the gas pump getting gas when some guy came up and punched him in the face. Stunned, he dropped his car keys. The guy grabbed the car keys and got in his truck.
Nathan went after him and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him out. The guy fell to the ground and hit his head. Knocked him out.
Nathan said he was standing over him with his gun when a police car screeched up. Of course big Nathan looked pretty scary with a gun pointed down at an unconscious man, so the policeman ordered Nathan to drop his gun. Which Nathan promptly did.
What I can’t figure out is, why would you choose Nathan to go after when he was probably the biggest person standing there getting gas? It’s not like he has a fancy truck. It’s nearly as old as my car.
The guy must have been high or addled to do something so stupid. Bet he thinks twice next time.
From now on when I get gas I’m not tossing my keys into the seat while I pump gas. I’m keeping them with me.
I started physical therapy yesterday, so maybe I’ll make some headway soon. She helped me a lot a few years ago.