I took a walk in the garden and just outside to look at the new emergence that the rain we had a week or so ago had brought. Many things I thought were dead came back to life, maybe just for a short time, but it shows us nature trying to repair herself.
Fall is here, and things will change as they are supposed to do.
The land will rest for a while. We will wait for spring again.
As the saying goes…a picture is worth a thousand words.
Hey there, readers. This is Sue Ann. Our frequent blogger, Donna, has been in a lot of pain this summer, and has hurt her back again. Please send all your good thoughts her way, so that she can heal and get back to taking care of the life in her garden.
Early this morning (July 21), I was putting out my bird feeders when I heard rustling going on in my pollinator garden. For about a week I have seen evidence of an armadillo doing their thing in the garden. Some of the little critters’ actions are very beneficial to the garden. The soil is aerated, and the grub worms are eaten and removed.
But the other action is not so good. The armadillo is also pulling up some of the remaining plants I have left that the drought has not killed off. So that is not so good.
Anyway, I had not been able to find the perpetrator just yet. So, I looked and there inside the fence was a young armadillo. We will call her Amy. I rush around the fence and open the gate to my garden. I thought I might be able to herd her out the gate to my pasture.
Also, I might add that our little 13-pound Papillon Mix dog was also outside for his morning constitutional. I kinda forgot about him.
Well, herding an armadillo is not easy. They are fast and do not cooperate with the program. After 20 minutes, I finally got Amy to the gate opening where lo and behold…Cujo was waiting!
The excitement was about to begin. Our little pup decided to chase the armadillo back into the garden and around and around everywhere. The dog is barking, the little Armadillo is hollering and I am shouting to the dog. What a crazy sight it must have been. I wish I had a video of it.
I had to catch our little dog, take him back inside the house and start to herd Amy back towards the garden gate again.
All this took about an hour. What a way to get some exercise. It was not too good for my bad back. BUT, no animal or human was hurt doing the event.
Now, that’s how a Master Naturalist wrangles and saves a cute little Armadillo.
On May 2, I went out to the pollinator garden to work, and all I saw was black Pipe-vine caterpillars on the march to find more pipe-vine plants. They ate all the ones I have in my garden right down to the ground and are even eating the stems right now. It’s a feast going on….
I almost stepped on a bunch of them.
I got my camera, took a few shots and then carefully walked out of the garden.
They will go out to the pasture and find their native vine until they are big enough to make a chrysalis and then become a beautiful black swallowtail butterfly.
In several weeks, my plants will completely grow back and the process begins again. Last year I had four complete cycles.
The caterpillars can be black or dark red.
That is amazing.
PS: Out near where Donna lives, Suna saw at least a dozen of the adults enjoying Indian blanket flowers. Sadly, she was unable to stop the vehicle fast enough for a photo, but it was a beautiful sight.
Hi everyone, this is the last photo essay of the year for my pollinator garden here in Milam County.
As you may know, we have had one overnight freeze to date. That’s pretty unusual, but we all know there is no normal for the climate lately. We just go with what happens today. Always a surprise.
As you can see, the blanket of leaves is starting to cover my friend over. The winter blanket that Mother Earth provides her plant and animal creatures. Last year it looked sparser than it does this year. It was about 58 degrees today when I took these photos. That’s crispy for me.
I do not do cold well.
My garden is a living friend of mine. She looks different every year, an amazing feat by any standard. I have planted almost all native plants here in the 14 years or so before she was born. I am always anxious to see what she will look like in the next year.
Sometimes she has more yellow and orange highlights, or some years there is more purple and red. It depends on her mood.
The colors call to the butterflies and birds that come to it for everything they want: water, shelter, food, and nectar depending on their individual needs.
I do my best to learn as much as I can so I can provide what they come for. They also provide me with what I need. Peace and beauty.
By the way, “Sly,” one of my neighbors’ horses, is always waiting near the corner of the garden on his side for his daily apple or carrots. He likes peace also.