The half-moon shines brightly over the Ouachita Mountains.
Sometimes during the commute into work, it’s hard to keep your eyes on the road. 55? More like 5.5.
Nature is a much better gardener.
Napoleon, the ruby-throated hummingbird, rules the deck. Except for a lady hummingbird, the occasional wasp, and a dark-eyed junco who took his place on the shepherd’s crook from which the feeders hung*, no one can get close to the nectar.
*High winds in recent storms swung the feeders so violently, they slung nectar all over the deck, front windows, sidewalk and walls. The feeders are now sitting safely on the deck. It took the birds less than 10 minutes to figure out the new location was OK.
A heavy dew, plus early morning sun light up this spider’s web.
We’ve had our share of spring thunderstorms in the urban-wildlife interface. Among the more interesting phenomena is how these threadlike clouds rise like ghosts from the bottom of the valley and seem to walk in unison along the tree tops until they dissipate.
The blues aren’t the only colors in the urban-wildlife interface. Plenty of ways to see red (and reddish).
This chrysanthemum surprises every year with both spring and fall blooms. A bumble bee stays busy working the thousands of blossoms on the mountain, including this wild blackberry flower. This year we seem to be seeing more honeybees and bumble bees. This Carolina wren takes a break from parenting. It has built a nest in the deck’s propane heater.
It’s hard not to get the blues sometimes in the Ouachitas. The pines are peppered with indigo buntings, the flawless blue sky invites all sorts of avian and insect traffic and even the fence lizards get into the act. They show turquoise coloring under their throats and on their bellies during breeding season.
This lizard is casting a wary eye at the photographer. No wonder. His flayed tail is still bloody from an encounter with a bird or other would-be predator.