|Tree Swallow Break|
Horses look like a hit and run accident, lying along HWY 95. Pistol sees us and wanders over like a sleepy toddler. He yawns in our faces. Good morning.
Ring neck duck males are padding across the water, one chasing the other. They split to separate sides of the pond. It's shrinking, the pond that is, but no need to be so territorial. No birds of prey lurking in pines, but no sign of baby ducks either. The reeds are so tall I'm sure they are just hidden.
The tree swallows are active. They are always active. They seem to accept our presence and we have yet to be dive-bombed. As I water the garden--grow little seedlings, grow--swallows dip and dive above me. Swallow shadows dance on the garden floor.
Hellgate Osprey Cam Report:
My daughter Allison has a communications internship with an osprey project at the University of Montana. It's Father's Day and the Hellgate osprey nest might have it's first hatching. Alli's job is to monitor and zoom in the camera. But that requires watching, and she is watering her garden and walking her two huskies.
So I'm watching.
So, it gets me thinking about duck dads. So I did some research on our current resident duck dad (thank you Cornell Lab of Ornithology for your educational website)
|Duck Dad in the Pond on Father's Day|
|Duck Dad Cloud|
Ring-necked duck couples remain a pair during
|Blue Heron Beyond "Blue Goose"|
Ring-necked duck dads display their dad-ness through ram-like behavior. During breeding season, a ring-necked duck (hoping to be a dad) will meet a contender with his bill tucked to his chest. The males will swim at each other, chest to
chest. Wing blows and biting might escalate. This I have not seen, but earlier, I noticed wing-preening and head-tossing.
|Nae Roses Continue to Bloom (like Nae)|
Or, maybe those ducklings are not his.
June 16 Afternoon Pond Report:
A southern breeze bends pond grass making it look like brushed velvet. Wispy clouds streak the blue sky. One cloud looks like a duck in flight.
|Teacup Roses Slowly Open|
The Nae Roses continue to blue. The little teacup roses unfurl much more slowly, as if savoring each ray of sunshine. My germinating garden seeds continue to take the teacup rose approach to growth. I await the day seedlings take off like pond grass.
|Pond Provides for All|