It’s not all about Flike (possibly the best dog ever, though). Queequeg is along for the adventure too. The shot above was of him on our hike back from the southern fence line where we had hung yet another bluebird house. His little legs get tired trying to keep up with his brother, and sometimes he asks to be carried for a short distance. Then he seems to recover and hits the ground running.
Another bit of folklore bites the dust. It seems that purple martins are not voracious eaters of mosquitoes as many have believed through the years. They tend to feed during the day, when mosquitoes aren’t that much about, and they feed high in the sky, where mosquitoes don’t venture. You can read more about it here.
Tomorrow is the deadline for submissions to the next Festival of the Trees, being hosted this edition at Vanessa’s Trees and Shrubs Blog. For her April Fool’s edition she’s interested in posts about humorous trees or humorous posts about trees. Send your links to treesandshrubs (dot) guide (at) about (dot) com. Be sure to put “Festival of the Trees” in your subject line. Or you can use the ever handy contact form.
The sale of the remaining half of our other bit of Ozark woods closed last week, so we no longer own our original 40 acres in the other county. There was a last minute bump in the road when the buyer decided to have his ownership listed in his company’s name rather than his own name, and that involved some new papers that we had to sign hastily and send to the title company, but it worked itself out. The check for the sale is already in our bank account. The deal is done. I had wanted to make one last trip out there, but it never happened. Now it must live in my memories.
That post I made about the blue-tailed skinks we see in our Ozark forest continues to attract visitors. I’ve had nearly 80 comments left there, which exceeds the number at my original thong tree post (though the combined number of comments at the various thong tree posts are greater).
The next time I’m out to Roundrock, I want to check on the wild plums I planted here and there in the forest last year. They’re probably too young to be blooming already, but now is the season, and they seemed to have taken off really well through the summer last year.
- Palm Sunday
- Wild plums begin blooming along woods and fence rows.