June seems to be confused, thinking she is July, or even August. I am, however, refusing to give up on her, hoping she will cool down and give us a bit of rain soon. The landscape is beginning to look a bit like late summer, I think.
The cattle seek out the shady places quite early in the day. These young calves certainly have the right idea.
Earlier this morning...
But, when I moved the garden hose to the small back garden, where the red honeysuckle grows, the sweet melodies abruptly ended and quickly became short, harsh and stucco-like notes. The, now-not-so-happy songster quickly flew down from his lofty heights on the electric power pole to the little garden below. The message was clearly stated, "Stay away from my babies."
A little later with camera in hand, I slipped back into the garden intent on taking a peek at the mockingbirds nest, for I already suspected that it would surely be in the dense foliage of the honeysuckle. And, this is what I saw...
The flower garden is doing quite well, and shows promise of lots of blossoms for the butterflies and hummingbirds. That's a good thing, for the little birds are already consuming a bit over a gallon of sweet nectar every day.