Squirrels are everywhere here, chattering, scolding, stealing pecans and leaving nut shells scattered.
I saw this one motionless on the highway where he'd failed to make it across in front of a truck. I scooped him up with the spading fork I was using to dig out errant centipede grass and that hateful Florida Betony in a bed where I later scattered seeds of spring annuals.
I thought his ear looked as if it were pierced. I gave him a deep burial at field's edge so Buffy won't dig him up.
The tree clean-up continues. Here, the tree is supported by the tractor so limbs that hold it off the ground were sawn.
After the brush was moved, it was rotated, pushing it to the ground.
View from the opposite side.
Progress is slow, but we're getting there. I'm little help but there with a cell phone in case something goes wrong.
On the way home I find interesting grasses and wild flowers with seed pods. I'm thinking of joining one of those citizen watches where various living things are noted and recorded along with changes in the weather.
I saw a Monarch floating along this morning, and the tiniest white butterfly I ever saw, less than a half inch across. Can you see him on the Lantana leaf below?
Wild Lantana has abundant seeds. This is why I leave it to a wild area. Ripe seeds are blue, brighter than the photo shows.