Perfection...More or Less: Little Wood Satyr Butterfly

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Friday, May 24, 2024

Never say never to a cat!

Meeeee yowl yowl yowl!

Huh?

It’s time to FEED me, mommy sweets.

What the …!

Feed me Feed me Feed me.

It’s only six-twenty in the morning!

Right! Twenty minutes late.

ME OWOWOW!

NOOOOO!!!

?????

Me…

…ow

Meow

Meow meow

Meow meow meow

YOWL YOWL YOWL!!!!!!!

All right, all ready! Give me fifteen minutes to wake up and get out of bed.

One minute…

Two minutes…

Three minutes…

…fifteen minutes!

BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ

Huh!!! What the… Why is this #$%#! alarm going off?

I'm blessed with dexterous paws, sleepyhead.

You little devil.

I’m starving, mommy, starving! It’s almost fifteen hours since I last ate.

Maybe if you stuck to the schedule, your tummy would still be satisfied.

Silly mommy. Schedule smedule, what is that to a cat. We eat, then repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

OKAY! Okay. I get the drift. What a headache.

I wouldn’t be that hard on myself, mommy dearest. Just feed me!

You were so angelical last night, then this morning a little monster.

Just multi-tasking, mommy slow butt.

Okay, you little demon, I’m going back to sleep, and you can starve until dinner.

ZZZzzzzzzz… ZZZzzzzzzz… ZZZzzzzzzz…

Me...

...ow

Meow.

MEOW!

ME OWOWOW!!

MEOW MEOW

MEOW MEOW!!

MEOW MEOW

MEOW MEOW!!

MEOW MEOW

MEOW MEOW!!

YOWL!!! YOWL!!! YOWL!!!

Oh, good grief, I'M GETTING UP!

Late Morning~

My cats are in sleep mode, as they usually are this time of day. Austin is my yowler. He can be heard a block away when tucked into his carrier on a trip to the veterinarian. When Austin makes an entrance through their doors, everyone knows the king has arrived. Charlotte is demurer with her higher pitched voice that demands little attention, poor soul.

I’m in shelter mode today, trying to calm down a headache. All my spicebushes have died or are dying from neglect, and more sun than shade from an aging ash tree that has become lopsided in its shade cover. Much work and loving care kept them beautiful the past twenty years, and I am heartbroken.

How unlucky in life to be blessed with a giant ash tree that once supported so many insects, and now, after its biennial treatment of systemic poison to stave off the Emerald Ash Borer seems to support nothing. It’s a standing death tree, and it covers most of my back yard.

If I had visualized all the other forces that would enter my life, perhaps I would have kept my garden smaller, but it was like all things delicious in the beginning; I just kept coming back for more. It still gives me pleasure when I can escape working in it.

In the beginning it was all about native plants. Years later it was narrowed down to no cultivars or nativars. More years later it was narrowed further down to regional natives. I feel like a quack these days for leaving my old certification signs up. Sometimes progress leaves us behind in the dust, and we must settle for what we already have.

Late Evening ~

While this morning was filled with the cooing of mourning doves looking for mates, it was also filled with wave after wave of birds bathing. The six bird baths were refilled three times before the rain came late afternoon.

A few photos only, as most days have been insufferably hot and humid, and I’m in melting mode within five minutes outside. The heavens have been generous with rain resulting in a whole lot of leaves and a little pinch of flowers. It’s a bit disappointing.

Spring started quite early and the synchronization between flora and fauna seems a bit off. Today the ground is covered with bunches of Blackhaw Viburnum flower stems that were never pollinated. That’s bad news for the birds who rely on the berries for food.

The croaking of tree frogs is my favorite sound in nature on a warm spring night. I’m listening to them now. And with that, I’m out of here and off to bed. Sleep tight.