I never knew how pesky and rascally ravens could be!  Now that they’re making themselves at home around the house, they pull up all my labels, dig holes, plow up my mulch, move logs and lumber around (seriously!), throw stuff in the birdbath, poop all over, bully other critters, you name it.  Every morning they’re all lined up perched on the fence and tree, just…waiting.  They’re like juvenile delinquents!  I love them.  I’m learning to speak raven.  I think I amuse them.  (Or possibly insult their mother.)  Still tricky to get good shots, though, but soon they’ll just ignore me altogether.

In the meantime, here are some flowers around the house and field.