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1. We have a possum visiting our yard every night. This does not make Cassie happy. The possum pokes his (her?) head up over the fence and Cassie is ringing the bells like crazy for me to let her outside. She charges up the hill and barks her alarm back until the possum disappears. Even then she has to patrol for another ten minutes to makes sure he doesn't return. I feel badly for the possum but it's fun to see Cassie's instincts kick in. She doesn't bark at squirrels or cats in the yard.

2. I have a lone, non-native sunflower in my yard. By the time I figured out what it was the flower was about to open so I decided to leave it for the birds. A few days ago I noticed something was eating the leaves. I figured it was snails and made a mental note to put out some Sluggo. Yesterday I saw two finches clinging to the stalk of the flower eating the leaves. Who knew?

3. I found a dead hummingbird in the yard which always makes me sad. Actually he was still alive when I found him, (didn't pick him up but found him still breathing on the ground) but he died right away. I don't know if he ran into a window or if a cat swatted at him or what. I was afraid that was my one hummer but lately there's been another one flitting through the yard which perked me up again.

4. I have my beautiful new birdbath set up in the backyard. The Japanese maple tree is right there for quick cover and escape. I have a steady drip, drip, drip that goes on several times a day. But no birds are using it at all and I can't figure out why.

5. Long before we actually began planting in the yard I have been cultivating a few plants I brought over from my last place. One of these has been our native dichondra. I put a lot of it in-between stepping stones on the dogwood side of the house and have been growing more to cover a berm that is under the Japanese maple tree. A few weeks ago I decided I had enough starts to plant. They were just little pieces, maybe a couple of inches long. I covered the berm and within a few days half of them were gone, pulled up and dried out before I could get to them to put them back in the ground. I blamed Cassie. She doesn't normally pull plants up but since she likes to lay in that spot I figured they must have just gotten pushed around before they got rooted.  (The whole reason I want to cover it with dichondra is to give her a cool place to lay down.) I replanted a few more, larger pieces that I thought had a chance of standing up to Cassie. Then I forgot about it. A few days later I looked out the window and saw a dove gathering twigs for her nest. It was fascinating to watch her pick up a twig, discard it for some reason, pick up another one and then fly off to the neighbor's house where she is building it. She did this 5 or 6 times and then when she came back she stopped picking up twigs and instead, she started plucking out my dichondra! She stole at least 5 of the newly planted pieces and destroyed most of the one big patch that was left. I wanted to be frustrated but couldn't. Next year she'll have a bigger patch to choose from.

6. And last but not least, this made me sooo happy today. The whole idea of putting in a native plant garden was to invite native wildlife into our yard. I went out to the courtyard this morning to top off the wine barrel pond and what did I see darting across the stones? A lizard! Yipee!

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May 16th, 2009 07:30 pm (UTC)
Very cool. I always like your backyard updates :) Yay for the lizard, the dove (and your understanding,) and the visiting possum. Sorry about the hummingbird. Was it a male? It's also possible he lost a territorial dispute :(

Funny about the sunflower. I've seen finches and sparrows eat the wilted leaves of my spearmint in the fall, too. I guess they like the occasional salad bar :)
May 19th, 2009 08:18 pm (UTC)

You know I hadn't thought about the hummer being male. It was. You could be right.

Yesterday the possum was moving in the daytime and Cassie was not amused. It looked like she was moving her baby since she went one way with the baby clinging to her leg and then came back without it. Hopefully she's settled someplace now where she won't have a dog to scare her. And I was a little afraid for Cassie since she was taking the "protect the yard" instinct pretty seriously and I was afraid she might go after it.

I am thinking of putting the finch feeder back up again in the backyard so they will find the birdbath where I can watch them. Then when the yard is mature and will have more for them to eat, I can take it out.
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