I was sitting at my computer this morning, writing a post for this blog, appreciating the faster loading speeds of a new internet provider. As I sipped coffee I acknowledged the improved turnaround times and enhanced software and hardware for our television and phones were indeed fair trade for the hassles of ditching a long-standing email address.
The Hub came in from his morning rounds outside and asked if I would do him a favor?
"As long as I can do it in my robe..." I answered. "No problem" he replied, "could you just go out and see if you can figure out what damaged the hibiscus plants last night? Especially the one on the far right.".
In fact, if this hadn't happened in our fenced in back yard, I'd swear this sort of devastation could only be caused by browsing deer. So what in the world could have done this to The Hub's prized hibiscus plants?
The Hub came out to hear my assessment. I told him I was stumped. That unless whatever it was had eaten and moved on, we should go out with flashlights tonight and see if we can catch the culprits in action.
"No need" he told me. Take a look at the dirt in your garden beds and see if that helps you identify what attacked the plants.". I did as he directed and had to scratch my head.
"We forgot to close the gate last night after the cable installation technician finished up", he said. And apparently that was all it took. One night, one slip up, one gate left open and a deer considered that all the invitation it needed to casually stroll into our previously protected back yard to help itself to a generous treat of hibiscus leaves.
Mystery solved. (Pilot error.) Deer bugs! Back to the post in progress.
I wrote recently about the appearance (visually and aurally) of annual cicadas, sure signs that summertime has hit its stride in Central Texas. Other signifiers of the season? The mockingbird favorites, berries ripening on the poke salat plants (Phytolacca americana)
Interesting fact about hummingbird feeders. Some of the first were designed by and for photographers who desired feeders without a perch to better capture the more visually interesting "hovering" shots of birds sipping nectar. I'm not after action shots so the feeders I favor feature a perch for the hard working little birds to sit and take a load off if they so desire.
Even more rarely, one of them will set up a lookout perch on the nearby hanging bells. That makes me ridiculously happy, because, awwww.