The mouse business began last month when a bad aroma began to annoy me. I nervously checked the compost crock and the garbage can and even peeked in the oven to see if a piece of meat had been left to die there. My nose finally led me under the sink to a forgotten mouse trap. Sure enough, there was a little furry creature ripening under the hot water pipe. Gag me. The snare and its little feast of long dried up peanut butter had been prepared several month previous; set by WR in response to my reminders (nagging) that we needed to be prepared for the winter mouse invasion. I'd left the primed trap alone, acknowledging each time I noticed it with careful avoidance. After our catch, we were once again aware that the field mice had found shelter under the house. And, that at least one had squeezed through the small opening around the kitchen pipes into the warm cabinet under the sink. WR set another trap with fresh peanut butter. Now I am paranoid. I keep hearing things: Paper...
Sub Adult Rufous Hummingbird
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I just looked at my comment - yikes.
Well the hummingbird is very pretty.
Very Nice!
;)
Can't help but wonder what sort of camera you use — love the contrast, the color. And the mere fact that he looks perfectly still, though hummingbirds seldom are.
Sounds almost like a line from a sci-fi movie or book Pamela, but it is a beautiful photo, congratulations on your perseverance.
I want to come live with you for a week, lol. Your life seems so quaint and peaceful!
wow, those little birds are elusive. great pic
Wow look at height of those sun flowers... '
I accepted the 'dare' that you posted on Coffeypot's blog, and checked out some of your tags. Junk? Hardly! You're as dedicated a blogger as I've encountered, and interesting to boot. Great photography, too; I'll be back.
Nice meeting you,
- Cooper
xo