Meanwhile. I'm listening to Borodin's Polovtsian Dances on KMFA, the local classical station, looking out at a gorgeous day and wishing I were out there with the cameras, but I'm doing this first. Have already seen two adult male goldfinches, full breeding plumage, some white-crowned sparrows, here at the house. Wondering if the blue-winged teal couple I saw yesterday down at the creek (the drake in full breeding plumage, the hen as usual) are still there. Wondering if the catbird's still up at Fox Pavilion. Wondering if the other "odd" bird I heard is, please--please-please, a black-capped vireo. Knowing it's already too late to catch any of the odonates doing anything but zooming rapidly around, unphotographable. But the flowers...it's April in Texas and it rained in March. That means flowers in abundance. And with the flowers, every kind of insect that uses them. Fading, exhausted monarchs laying eggs on every milkweed in the field. Gray hairstreaks nectaring on verbena, along with American ladies, red admirals, variegated fritiallaries, who are also (with others) all over the blue-curls. Yellow butterflies in every size and most shapes. Flower scarabs wallowing in the pollen-heavy stamens of cactus flowers. Life everywhere.
When I figure out how to make some pictures 100x100 pixels, there'll be some userpics. But right now, this place is just an empty shell of a building. I expect it will have a title eventually--even soon, if I can come up with a suitable interesting one.
For those who never wandered into the old fishing cabin and saw the rules posted on the door...right now this space is public. If everyone wipes their feet on the porch before coming in, and refrains from spitting on the floor, it'll stay that way. Up to you folks, whoever you are.