Good Morning Nature Freunde,
Yes~ I used the German word for friends since I am trying to broaden my worldly scope in my narrowed down everyday life. I like to invite you to send me the word ‘Friends’ in your mother language so I can use it for my next blog post.
I am cutting weeds by the bags full and ad nausea, because I don’t want their seed bank to spread along the levee. It’s therapeutic work that keeps my mood and temper even keel in these current states of affaires, which tend to send me straight through the ceiling…So instead I allow myself to be enamored by the remarkable increase of the native and European bees, who are absorbed harvesting the native plants that we have put in the last 3 years. More and more there is a continuous food source available for the bees and butterflies, i.e.: the Wild Rose blossoms are starting to fade just as the Gumplant buds are exploding into ‘delicious’ blossoms. My vision for the Estuary stretch was to have an ongoing food bounty for the bee, birds and butterfly along the Estuary levee. Steadily that dream is transforming itself into reality. It’s fascinating to watch the insect behavior. It’s quite similar to the bird actions: some species get along with each other while others trigger an instant dislike and need to be chased away.
The tiny native bee tolerates the presence of the honeybee on the same blossom, but sees red when any other native bee or bumblebee lands on its food plate. The minute insect turns into an attack torpedo and always gets its way. Bumblebees love the Evening Primrose blossoms and disappear deep into the belly of the blossoms. We were fortunate to grow 5 of them~ alas, in last 2 years we lost 3 Evening Primroses, because both years somebody yanked the plants hard in order to harvest the seed pods since the stems don’t break easily~ as the person found out. The extra force required was a death sentence to its roots. Will somebody please give that obsessed seed gatherer a pair of clippers, so that the bumblebees don’t loose their food source? My latest weed location has been across from Bixby St., where the RED-tailed Hawk has its favorite perch in a Palm tree. I love to be interrupted in my task as I watch it glide off its perch and circle above me.
Sometimes it swoops low over me and I wondered if I was messing up its meal plans, because there is a big ground squirrel burrow at that site. Now I am not so sure about my meal take anymore. The gorgeous RED-tailed HAWK circles above me during the ground squirrels nap times. You might find this interesting: the usual HAWK hasslers are not bothering this Palm tree beauty. Looks like the CROWS assigned that task to 3 WESTERN GULLS, who come charging out of nowhere to harass the RED-tailed HAWK. The good thing is that they don’t seem to pursue their duty as diligently as the CROWS: sometimes they arrive when the HAWK is already soaring high in the sky and sometimes they don’t show up at all.
Warm River critter greetings to you all~ jane