A walk around last week....I looked for wildflowers, and I found several new ones!
The summer has been brutally hot and humid..and stormy! Earlier this summer, we lost about 30 trees from a storm. Straight line winds, I'm guessing. It wasn't a large area, but it did some damage. A friend cut the trees to clear the roadway to the barn, and the others will wait for cooler weather. The "dry" then "wet" seasons have weakened the trees, and many old friends are falling.
Earlier this spring, I watched for the Pileated Woodpeckers to nest in their usual spot. The tall dead Pine has been home to several generations of these large, majestic birds. I often took my morning coffee up to watch them feed and care for their babies. The "first flights" were magical..the low clucking of the proud parents would eventually give the babies enough confidence to venture outside the hole, and the flapping of their tiny wings while clinging to the tree was almost comical. Lessons were learned quickly, and they all would loop through the woods hunting for bugs and practicing life skills.
This spring, they did not nest in that old Pine tree. I wondered if the parents were gone. I had heard their calls, but yet I wondered if they were all right. I had noticed new holes in a Pine tree behind the dam. The oval shaped opening led me to believe that it was indeed a Pileated's home, but I missed my mornings with them. Perhaps this was the younger generation, and they wanted a change!
Another storm over the weekend. A limb crashed through my back windshield as I was returning from feeding the horses. A scary sound, but nothing that can't be repaired. Something earlier in the day had told me to park in a different spot, (and I did) but I had been rushing to beat the next approaching storm, and I pulled down to be closer to turn off the pump to the barn. Still, that voice had warned me earlier. Intuition.... that small voice that I ignored.
May I always be grateful for life's gifts...great and small.