A flock of split-tailed kites wheeling above where I just cultivated the okra.
Here’s a movie of these Elanoides forficatus, also known as swallow-tail kites: Continue reading
A flock of split-tailed kites wheeling above where I just cultivated the okra.
Here’s a movie of these Elanoides forficatus, also known as swallow-tail kites: Continue reading
A sure sign of spring: Treat’s rain lily.
Zephyranthes atamasca var. treateiae these days is classified as an amaryllis.
This is a special native variety of Atamasco lily, Zephyranthes atamasca, that only grows in counties on either side of the GA-FL line, plus maybe some in Alabama. According to Flora of North America (eFloras.org), Continue reading
Peachy grand-niecey Margaret in the banana jungle.
Margaret, Graden, Patrick, Ann, Bananas
And her brother Graden, her great-uncle Patrick, and Ann.
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Interpret this, facebook AI! Pair of dogs, ten years apart.
Yes, they are all Carolina Dogs. Continue reading
Nothing happens out our front door on a foggy morning except birds sing, owls hoot.
On our daily walk to the field, Yellow Dog encountered the first Swamp Rosemallow of the year, and perhaps the last Treat’s Rain Lily, while the Beautyberry remains in bloom.
Halberd-leaf rosemallow, Yellow Dog
Yellow Dog in the white corn as it tassles.
Yellow Dog would follow me every morning as I hoed the corn. Continue reading
May has been a bit of a tumultuous month for us on the farm. At the beginning of the month, our Nellie was killed by truck on GA122, at Hagan Bridge. It has stunned us all that such a horrible thing could happen to our pack. Our grieving has been deep and continues.
However, we are lucky to welcome Blondie to the fold. She is a one year old Carolina dog and Honeybun and Yellow Dog are now showing her around the farm, introducing her to the delights of the woods, the fields, and the swamp. We don’t know much about her, she was a stray that managed to find her way to a rescue organization, and from there to us.
Honeybun was happy to back off. She is barely visible, bottom left.
The snake was making a big show of striking at them.
Yellow Dog was more, “I hate snakes. That’s a snake. I’m gonna get it.” But eventually she gave a huff and flopped down to sit near the snake. I had to pick her up to get her to move away.
Then the snake slithered quickly into the woods.
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