Because we still have water across our farm lane, it’s up to Bob to drive his tractor down to where our critter cam is set up.
There’s no place for me to ride with Bob unless I sit in the bucket.
Here’s one of our wildlife friends coming across the camera’s view.
The only bad part of checking on the camera is that mosquitoes come after Bob. He says if they were large enough to have their photos taken, they would fill the camera up fast.
Bob and I knew what we were going to find in our farm lane, but we decided to take a ride anyway.
We had over two and a half inches of rain over the last few days. All that rain couldn’t soak in so it had to go somewhere. One place it ended up was across our lane.
Bob was able to drive our two-wheel-drive cart around this puddle but not the next one.
This looked to be a hazardous drive. Bob thought he could get through once, but he couldn’t guarantee we’d be able to return. We turned around.
Maybe after some more soaking-in time, we’ll be able to get back to where our critter camera is set up for nature photos. All we can do now is wait and watch.
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I continue to look for butterflies whenever I’m outside. They seem to be flitting about our farm a lot. When we were driving the cart toward the woods today, one almost hit me in the face. Lucky for both of us it missed.
Lately, butterflies have not posed for my camera, so I have not been able to take photos of them. Even though I see them, the butterflies are always flying and I am not fast enough to catch them on the wing.
As a child, I chased butterflies and fireflies. I caught the fireflies but never a lively butterfly.
Today’s photos are out of my archive. Enjoy.
I hope to see migrating butterflies again this fall. It was a special gift when they stopped here on the farm in 2018.
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Today Rebecca and Andy came for a visit. Andy grilled hot dogs for our lunch and I went rock hunting with Rebecca.
Our daughter creates beautiful copper trees. She sells them in shops and under our canopy at the Seymour Farmer’s Market.
Her trees are all mounted on rocks, most of which she found on her dad’s rock pile on the farm.
As I sat on our cart, Rebecca went rock hunting. She looks them all over and only takes the best rocks for her trees.
Andy says Rebecca has enough rocks at home, but there will never be enough rocks for our daughter and her copper trees.
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Bob and I haven’t had a lot of luck wildlife viewing lately. Once in a while, we’ve seen a couple of sandhill cranes and a few turkeys, but no whitetail deer.
Tonight was different. As soon as we stopped on our viewing knoll, we saw a buck in the neighbor’s cornfield. He stared at us for a little while and we stared back.
Bob then pointed out two other bucks who were hidden from me behind a tree.
When all three started moving away, a fourth showed up. At the last minute, two more came out from behind tall grass.
For a time we had a total of six to watch, but soon they all disappeared into the woods heading north.
About ten minutes later, three deer ran out of the woods heading south.
Some of the first? Maybe, but I added them into our notebook just the same.
I’m happy I brought my camera with tonight.
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