Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Home Again, Home Again

It's always good to house/critter sit and it's always good to come home again. I think it keeps living on a small island more interesting, walking different walks, playing in different kitchens and having borrowed pets welcome me back time after time. 

Here's some of the way the world looked for a few days last week.

Most of the time I was there the weather was pretty grey, spattering rain on and off continually. At one point. it came down like a monsoon, blasting the many glass sliders from a variety of directions until it had spent its brief fury. Worry about my houseboat was unneeded, the island had a number of microcosms going on that day and where it probably rained over an inch where I was in 20 minutes, where the boat is didn't get much at all. It reminded me of calls in summer months with a friend living high on a hill on a far side of the island and me in the shack only miles away, commenting on the radically different weather we were getting...digression alarm just went off, I'm heeding it.

When it stopped raining I gave into relieving my bout of cabin fever by taking a walk. It looked like it could rain again any minute but the camera came along anyway.

So many spiky things hold beauty.

A Zaneida dove landing

A thrasher amongst the berries

The leaves of this tree/bush are really ugly and the flowers look dangerous
or maybe it just seemed that way right then
I headed down a dirt road unseen before because while it looked like it was going back to nature, it wasn't full of low-lying thorny brush. 

Just because I saw it

This is just about life size. You do NOT want to step on or drive over this thing.

What bird dropped this after pecking out its meal?
These three were zooming around in the rain. I could hear them plainly so far away.

Rain was starting, it was time to head back
This was almost the Simple Sunday photo. I thought about how man breaks open the earth for roads and buildings, revealing what would be hidden beneath the crust of rock and soil, whatever form that soil might take. I like to think that it would be better undisturbed, but I also know that frission of fear when striking out in places with no roads, that not knowing what is up ahead. So instead I'll just enjoy beautiful blue rocks on the road heading to where I was laying my head for a few nights. 

Peacocks are screechers. In case you didn't know. This one had me up and out in the yard, thinking it was anything but a peacock. Good surprise but I wasn't unhappy when he took his vocals up the road.

Thanks for the show. Good bye. 

The last bloom of this particular orchid for now. 

Let's call it a day (ending).
Have a third day of May Tuesday. Do something thankful for toilers.


  1. I love the peacock and all of the nature you post! Thank you!

    1. Glad you enjoy it as much as I enjoy sharring it!

  2. Acacia bush thorn; our first year on Culebra, even after Jerry's initiation lecture, we drove over one and got a flat tire at Punta Soldado, got another lecture from Jerry about off road driving. We love Jerry, after 12 years we have listened and learned and become great friends. The Zaneida dove, great to know it's true name, we have called it the long neck dove, because it's neck is so much longer than the mourning doves where we live.
    Wow, what a sunset!

  3. Ah yes, y'all and so many others thinking surely that whole thorn thing won't happen to YOU! I think Zaneida actually means little dove so maybe calling it a Zaneida doveis redundant but yes, that's the name. The sunset was all the more brilliant because it had been such a grey and stormy day. Sweetness.

  4. And the beat of the island goes on~~~ peace :)