On this rural road, I came upon a doe and two fawns. Yes, there is a second fawn in front of the one that is obvious. I had to count legs. Either there were two fawns, or one fawn had more than four legs.
Over her shoulder, the doe lowed to the fawns, “Hurry! This way!”
“Get into the thicket here while I distract them.”
And as I drove past very slowly I saw that there was already a well-worn deer crossing and path down into a property thick with shrubs and trees.
The closest I.D. I can come up with is the western tiger swallowtail (Papilio rutulus).
He was snacking on the leaves of a very large Mexican orange bush (Choisya ternata). I wonder if he was aware of the danger that lurked less than a foot away.
Can you spot the gray paperish wasp nest in the bottom right quadrant of the photo below?
I think this (below) is the kind of wasp that was working on the nest. It looks like a sand wasp but Wikipedia says they live in burrows in the soil (sand). Would they live in a paper nest like this? Probably not, but I don’t know…. I haven’t been able to identify this insect, but it seemed to belong to this gray paper nest. Any ideas? Not a yellow jacket.
If you’ve never left North America, you may never have experienced a ride on a double decker bus like this one in London.
There is a mystery about them that no one has ever solved.
This bobby at the Charing Cross station is still trying to figure it out. He scratches his head and says, “I just can’t figure out who’s driving the top bus.”
By the way, did you know that the term “bobby” for a policeman originated from Sir Robert (Bobby) Peel, the man who founded the British Metropolitan Police (also known as Scotland Yard) in 1829? Sometimes the bobbies were also called peelers (for his last name), but that can’t be a good thing, as some may associate that term with strippers.
Roberta Robin wonders if it’s a good time to have a bath.
“How do you think the water is?” she asks her brother Ricky.
“Lukewarm,” he says. So Roberta jumps in.
“Brrr!” Roberta shivers as her downy breast feathers mat together. “I thought you said it was lukewarm,” she scolds.
Ricky shrugs. “Look warm to me.”
These place mats are meant to help teach children how to set the table. I made this set for my nephew when he was about 5 years old. He probably already knew how to set the table, but if he inherited any of my genes, he might have had moments when he forgot what goes where.
Not only do the place mats show where the cutlery goes, but they are also an example of what the three primary colours are. To make a set of four, I had to add another colour for the fourth one. Do you know your primary colours? Which one of the set does not belong?
Photo by Sonia.
This purple poppy is so clean and tidy.
Then Miss Bizzy Buzzy Bee has come along and is making a mess. Pollen is everywhere. Since there is no miniature vacuum cleaner available, we can only hope for a breeze and maybe a little shower to clean up.
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