Going Nuts!

The hazelnuts are ripe.Some are still on the tree.

I hurry to collect them from the ground as the wind knocks them down, before the  dogs pick them up and crack their teeth trying to get into them. Hazelnuts are so tasty.

But it looks like there is even more competition for the nuts. The Steller’s jay has figured out that this is the time the hazelnuts are ripe. He scolds me as I pick up his lunch.

Another one gets wind of the news. “Did I hear you say the nuts are ripe? Forget the birdseed in this feeder then.”

“Now I just have to get down from here. Ooooh! It looks like a long way down.”

“Might as well go for it. Nothing for it but to jump. Sheesh! I hope I don’t break a leg!”

“Well, you could fly down,” I say.

“Hmpf! I knew that!”

 

 

Rain, at Last

You may remember this same photo from the last post, except that the ocean and distant hills were visible in it. Today, it is totally blocked out by the huge mass of clouds that have moved in, bringing long-hoped-for rain to our parched plants.001

Below, you can barely see the streaks of rain between the bottom leaves of the hazelnut tree and the top of the last beans on the garden fencing. My garden is slurping up the rain faster than it can come down, and it’s coming down pretty hard. The grass is brown and in much of the yard it is broken off and areas of bare dirt are growing at an alarming rate. This rain will help repair that damage. The grass always comes back.

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See the streaks of rain as it dumps out of the sky? It almost looks like the hazelnut tree is crying, but if it is, those are tears of joy.

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I’m thrilled that it rained so much. The plants and our low water table need it desperately. The salmon, waiting at the mouths of dry creeks and rivers that are merely a trickle, will soon be happy  to shoot upstream to lay eggs and spawn.

We’re thankful for the rain. Now, I wonder how long it will take before we start complaining about that rain that just won’t let up.