Last night, a storm blew in with a vengeance. I was about to drift off to sleep when the hail started pounding the house. It was fairly small, mostly marble size, but relentless. I stood watching out the patio door, helplessly wondering about the baby doves and my favorite toad, Zapper. He had not come to the patio last night, which he does about every other night, to eat his fill of June bugs and other insects, underneath the patio light. This has been his (or her) routine for the past three summers. I’ve grown very fond of this toad. I had seen him last, laying underneath the iris leaves, in the southwest corner of our yard, one of his favorite hangouts. When the hail finally let up, I threw on a rain jacket over my jammies, slipped on a pair of flip flops, grabbed a flashlight, and went to check on him. It was after midnight. It was raining. I know, most sane people would’ve gone to bed. It’s a TOAD. But, I couldn’t. I had to look. When I rounded the corner of the house, and the light hit “his spot”, I was so afraid of what I would find. The hail had completely covered his little corner, like a snow drift. I began to dig it away, and sure enough under about two inches of a solid pile of round hail stones, was Zapper. As I got more moved away, he wiggled his leg. I got him pulled out and he was so freezing cold. I went straight back to the patio with him, where I could get a better look at him. He looked ok, and once he got warmed up, he ate a couple of June bugs on the patio. Then he hopped off. I haven’t seen him today, so I hope he didn’t have internal injuries.
And sadly, at least one of the little doves is dead. I’m not sure about the other one. I *may* have seen it this morning as I was leaving for work, still alive, but I couldn’t be sure. I haven’t found it’s body, so hopefully it made it.
The yard is littered with leaves from our trees. This was the view of the backyard this morning.
And this is the little hole where Zapper was. He was literally buried in hail.
This is the front yard debris and a picture of the roof, where the doves used to be, covered with Mimosa tree leaves.
Poor little things didn’t stand a chance, it hit so hard & fast. But other than that, all is well. It could’ve been much worse. I know that. And I am thankful that it wasn’t. It’s all part of the circle of life, the natural order of things. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be a little sad for a little bird (or a toad) for a few moments, does it?
My customer picked up her state flower quilt yesterday and loved it. She hugged me three times, she was so happy. Which of course, made me so happy, too!
I finished up another fleece today, except for the “fringing”. Still need to do that part. This one is a thank you gift for a local business man that did a very nice thing for my son & the rest of the high school golf team. It’s one of those times where “thank you” just doesn’t seem quite enough, but what do you do for a man who has everything? So, I thought he might like a snuggly fleece blanket made by me…a gift from the heart. I laid it out on the grass in the backyard, in the sunshine, trying to capture the true color of it, but, the pictures do not show the true color…it’s a deep chocolate brown.
Ready for more birds? I worked hard yesterday to get these to share with you. My swallows are back to nest above my front door again. It gets a little messy, but I don’t have it in me to run them off. Besides, they eat lots of pesky skeeters. Enjoy the show!
And while I was sitting below in my lawn chair looking up, I spied this under the edge of the shingles. I had to share it for Jan 🙂 Praying mantis egg.
I have a stressful week ahead due to my day job. Think lots of good thoughts for me. It involves having to testify in a court hearing, in a county over five hours from here. I keep praying I won’t have to go, but I don’t see that happening…so you prolly won’t hear much more from me til later this week.