@*^#&a;*)Great Blue Heron

     Ever since we installed our pond, I have been waiting for the critters to show up. This summer the deer arrived after four years of absence. They cleaned the yard of every newly planted Hosta.  A possum has dug up the lawn looking for grubs. Squirrels have planted corn seed all about the yard. Slinky the garter snake slithered into the rocks around the water fall.  A red tail hawk often swoops through the yard after a squirrel or dove. The place is a veritable zoo at times. 

      I thought things would quiet down now that the leaves have fallen and the flowers are all gone. Last Sunday morning, I sat having my coffee reading the paper. I could see the window from the corner of my eye when it happened, A huge shadow swooped across the window. At first, I thought is was the hawk. I jumped up to see if he nailed a squirrel. Nope. I looked up at the pond, there he was, Big Bird in person. A great Blue Heron had spotted the goldfish. Before I could say “Peg come see,”  the bird had a bulge moving down it’s long throat. He nailed my largest, fanciest goldfish. He saw me, and took off looking like a prehistoric pterodactyl.

I left to deliver Thanksgiving food baskets with my Lions Club. I got home a couple of hours later. Peggy greeted me with “he’s been back three times already.” Later, I saw him again, but as soon as I made a move for the camera he flew off. It is three days later, and we have spotted him at the pond every day. My friend Al told me he would stay until he has cleaned all the fish from the pond. I hope it freezes tonight so he will migrate south.

My Grand and Glorious Garden (vote if you wish)

I went to the Tribune website today and found  that the Glorious Gardens contest is open for voting. I spent an hour rating photos, and came across only one picture of my garden.  If you go to vote, the pictures will appear randomly, and you have to rate each one from 1(lousy) through 10(fabulous,) before they let you go to the next picture.  None of the pictures are identified by owner. There are so many beautiful gardens it is hard to pick a  good one. Many of the photos are presented multiple times. My guess is that the winner will be amongst the first 50 photos presented because only entrants will have the patience to go through all of the photos. I’m not  sure if I saw all of the pictures. The website does not tell you how many pictures you have to review, or where you are in the process.

I learned alot about what kind of picture to present next year. It seems my idea of what they want, and what I gave  them are the opposite. I love close up flower photography, they look for overall views. Next year, I’ll rent a helicopter and hover over the yard to take a good photo.

Instead of voting for my garden at the Glorious Gardens website, vote by leaving a comment below. Give a rating  from 1 (lousy) to 10 (fabulous), or any number between. OOHs and AAHs will be appreciated. I’ve added a few new pictures below to base your rating on. Others are sprinkled throughout my posts, Vote for my Garden Please,  and on my Gardener page.

Monet Vision, Late Summer Garden

Sneaky Slinky

SlinkyHe’s baaack.  A few weeks ago, I noticed a huge garter snake on the front lawn. He is easily seven hundred and sixty centimeters  long, and three centimeters in diameter. I was curious, and moved closer to take a look. He slithered off into the Barberry shrubs and disappeared. Oh well, I forgot about him. The next week I was cleaning the pond of algae when I noticed a strange looking stick protruding from the edge of the waterfall. Upon looking longer, I realized it was Slinky holding his head vertically erect a full six inches above the waters edge. I kept cleaning the pond. He disappeared again. A few minutes later I saw him emerge from the rocks that hide the filter tank. He sprawled on the rocks like a piece of rope. I moved closer to get a better look. He immediately slithered between the rocks and disappeared.

Later in the evening, Peggy and I walked around the yard looking at the flowers. We were admiring the California poppies when she noticed something move in the foilage. I reached down to spread the stems; nothing was there. We walked a few steps more when I spotted Slinky again. He’s the one who moved in the poppies, and  now, was on the edge of the water on the rocks.

Later in the week, Mike came by and I showed him Slinky and his home. We stood within four feet of the spot and talked. I happened to look away from Mike for a moment only to see the snake slithering through the lawn into the wetlands. He went on the lam through the back door. Good riddance I thought.

Every time I weed or clean around the pond, I watch for my new found pet. I hate snakes, and would rather do him in than tolerate him, but I must get over my childhood fears. I know what my mother would have done. She would have stalked Slinky with a hoe, and at the first opportunity he would have been twins.

Yesterday, I walked out the front door to my car, and noticed Slinky on the lawn again. This time he was only partially emerged from his den. He lives under the walkway to the house. As soon as I stalked him to get a better look, he disappeared into the hole under the concrete.  Since then, I have seen him several more times in the morning when the sun  warms the concrete. 

I will be speaking to my Master Gardener friends to re-learn the techniques for capturing  a slithering slinky garter snake. He gives me the creeps.

Slinky Eyes Me Up

Vote for My Garden Please(Second Edition)

Lobelia

I have never enterred a contest before today. The Chicago Tribune is co-sponsoring  a contest called “Glorious Gardens,” with Home Depot.  An entrant is allowed to place five photos into the competition. I uploaded five.  Today was the deadline for doing so. Beginning tomorrow, June 27, 2009, you can go to the Chicago Tribune Website and vote for my garden.

(Edited 3 August 2009)—-I went tothe Tribune site today and found out that the glorious gardens contest is opn for voting. I spent an hour rating photos, and only came across one picture of my garden.  If you go to vote, the pictures will appear randomly and you have to give each one a rating from 1 through 10 to go to the next picture. There are so many beautiful gardens it is hard to pick a really good one. Many of the photos were presented multiple times.

(Edited….July 25, 2009—-I am sorry, but the Trib is not conducting a popular vote for the most glorious garden. I was wrong to ask you to vote. Sorry for any confusion this caused you.)

Since, I’m not a machine politician, I can only offer you my ‘thanks’ for voting. I’m proud of the garden and I love taking pictures at different times of the day. I call it the ‘Monet Vision.’  The goal is to create a horticultural scene of magnificent complimentary colors. I have a long way to go, but I’m on my way. Hopefully,  the image I see in my mind will be realized in the backyard. That is, if Bambi doesn’t decide to taste all of the new entries like he has been this year.

Dumb Ass Squirrel #!!&+*^(#?

        Squirrels are amazing animals. They are born in nests  high above the ground. They are accustomed to swinging in the breeze. I have witnessed them traverse a yard from tree to tree by jumping. Almost as if they were flying from one flimsy limb to another. They do it effortlessly. Squirrels are also very curious. They will explore everything they can, to find food. If they identify an object as a food source they will climb, jump, fly, crawl, or dig to get to it. You Tube has some amazing videos of squirrels traversing great obstacle courses to get food.

Corn Bungee on TreeUntouched CornBird Feeder With Squirrell Guard

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

At my previous  home, the squirels were very resourceful. They beat every effort I made to sabotage their attempts to raid my bird feeders. They go to the food easily  in a very short time. At my current home, I am one of the only residents on the block with squirrels. That is because I am one of the few with trees. Every year, in the spring a new crop of babies is born in the trees behind the house. During the year they disappear. Either the adults chase them away, or they are picked off by the Red Tail Hawks who sit and watch our feeders. I believe it to be the latter.

      At Christmas,  knowing the penchant I have for squirrel entertainment, my son presented me with a squirrel bungee.  It is a squirrel feeder attached to end of a bungee cord. I place an ear of corn on one end of the cord and hang the other to a fixed point.  It is simple, and the vision of watching a squirrel bouncing around while having a meal of tasty field corn passed through my mind. I also see myself with a huge grin as I watch him holding on for dear life while I drink my morning coffee.

      The bungee came with a twenty five pound bag of  field corn.  There was no room for it in his car, so  it stayed at home. I couldn’t wait for his next visit to try the new toy. I bought a bag of field corn myself.  Within a day, I had the feeder hanging in front of the kitchen window.  Any self respecting squirrel could get to it by jumping from our stoop to the window sill, and then make a short leap to the corn.  I could see it happen in my mind, except for one thing; it didn’t draw a single squirrel. A week later, I baited the corned-bungee by putting an ear of corn on the ground under it. The next morning the ear was gone;  plumb disappeared. The next day, I baited it again; the same thing happened.

      Meanwhile, everyday, I see the  squirrel sitting in the feeder munching away on sun-flower seeds. He has to jump four feet onto a slippery piece of six inch tubing that is there to thwart him. Next he climbs backwards and upside down  onto the feeder platform.  He performs  this complicated little maneuver in a split second. The corn-bungee hung in full view within five feet; totally ignored.

Plan B. Move the bungee to the tree next to the pond.

Theory: The squirrel will see the corn, climb the tree, and then shimmy down the cord to the prize. Or, he can jump straight up from the ground.

Rationale: The tree is far from the bird feeder, and lazy squirrels will come out of the tree to the corn instead of going to the feeder fifty feet away.

Result: Totally ignored.

Plan C: Ask for help.