“Brutal Tick Season Ahead”

That was the headline in the local section of the paper. The statement is generally true, but a bit late, it’s been in full swing since April. I’m grateful the mosquitoes aren’t very numerous yet, I had my first bite, but they’ll be in full swing themselves in a week. I’m also grateful there are no deer flies out there, I’m hoping to be outa town before they arrive. I am grateful that the black flies plaguing my every outdoor moment will be gone in another week or two although all it means for me is that they won’t tend to fly into my eyes, nose and mouth. How can I possibly leave this outdoor paradise?

I’m making recordings of the birds in the back yard. I picked Sunday because there is less shooting. Not none, just less. On the other hand as spring progresses, the rooster next door is in full voice. A thundershower came through and then the birds came back, it should be a nice one. The trees, as they fill out ,allow the birdsong to bounce around a bit, sounding like we are in a gigantic concert hall. Still no evening veeries. I do hope to record some before I move, they don’t frequent the pacific northwest.

The lilacs are emerging, their extravagant scent surrounds us.
Part duex in a formal vein
M’Weec was willing to glance my way but then got back to the business at hand, not photography

June 17 or T minus 7
So the latest is that my neighbors have been mowing my yard and then my high school age lawn mower and house sitter neglects to mention she’s only done it once because someone else (my neighbors) is doing it.  She stopped responding when I suggested that I’d apparently been paying the wrong person.Anyway now I have a guy named Dave Parker who will do it until my own mower gets there. I have to mow here once more than Guy comes over and siphons out the liquids so it’s road worthy.  I can’t really imagine what my place looks like.  Dave stopped by last night.  He asked if he should mow at the shed and all the high grass, and I told him just mow whatever has already been mowed.  But then he asked where my garden was, he couldn’t find it.  He was clearly skeptical that I really had one but giving me the vbenifit of the doubt.  Even after I mentioned the large wisteria vine growing, hanging over, the garden gate, he still seemed bewildered.  I understand the man doesn’t know wisteria, probably far fewer than 50% of folks do, but he missed the “huge vine covering the fence with a gate under it” so my imagination is running wild about how overgrown everything else is, that someone should miss that wisteria.  
It will be so interesting learning how the seasons treat my place over the next year, and decade.  I want to get the fence fixed by the creek and I’m still thinking goats but I found an ecologist who has focused his study for several years on the Abernathy Creek watershed area that my Tour Creek flows into.  My heart palpitates (non-symptomatically) at the idea.  The things he can tell me!!!Apparently the Oregon City watershed folk say the blockage in my creek is on or near my property.  It’s either a beaver dam or a slide.  I’m not sure how it can be so close and still indistinguishable but they put me in touch with an ecologist who is going to come and look at the situation.  Also he’ll give me some advice on how to deal with the canyon sides.  As you know there are areas that are practically vertical.  I’m so excited to find someone who is an expert in my particular backyard ecosystem before I make any bad decisions about the property.  Wouldn’t it be cool if there were river otters in the creek?????