JB
Honorary Moderator Emeritus
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I have to walk an hour or two every day. The Hideout's 120 acres of native range and woodland is a wonderful place to do that walking. I have to go pretty slow and use a staff, so I am seeing things that I used to see when I was a wee tad exploring the woods around my childhood home in North Carolina. They are always there, but usually only the Tom Sawyers among us notice.
Hummer feeders. Many of you know that I feed a huge flock of humming birds. The birds are almost all here, now, and there will be a dozen or so of the little jewels zooming and twittering about the feeders any time during the day. Today it is different. A hive of honeybees have discovered the hummer feeders and covered all four of them.
This is big news. Honeybees are disappearing from the wild at an alarming rate. Many fruit and veggie crops are in danger of not being pollinated. Finding out that there is a hive nearby is really good news. 
Whitetail skulls. Found three in the South field. One Buck had the antlers and part of the skull sawed off. This is bad, bad news. Clearly poached on our posted land.
Spotted a tall stand about 200' into neighboring land. Serious conversation with the owner of that land coming up.
Buzzard with a broken wing. How that happened I have no idea but it seems to be okay except for that. Feeble attempt to capture it to take it to a vet was just that: feeble. I don't think I even frightened it.
Well, that is today. Every day offers some new adventure for those who are attentive enough.
Hummer feeders. Many of you know that I feed a huge flock of humming birds. The birds are almost all here, now, and there will be a dozen or so of the little jewels zooming and twittering about the feeders any time during the day. Today it is different. A hive of honeybees have discovered the hummer feeders and covered all four of them.
Whitetail skulls. Found three in the South field. One Buck had the antlers and part of the skull sawed off. This is bad, bad news. Clearly poached on our posted land.
Buzzard with a broken wing. How that happened I have no idea but it seems to be okay except for that. Feeble attempt to capture it to take it to a vet was just that: feeble. I don't think I even frightened it.
Well, that is today. Every day offers some new adventure for those who are attentive enough.