Of the garden, but not the garden
A few interesting things I’ve seen this week in various gardens around town. First, Southern Living photographer Ralph Anderson leaning in for a close-up of a miniature donkey at Nancy Whitworth’s garden.
I drove Steve Bender and Ralph to a couple of gardens while they were here this week, including Nancy’s and Roxanne Yates’s ranch garden. Here’s Roxanne showing us her new apiary. I see delicious homemade honey in her future.
In my own garden, an empty wren’s nest. The wren had built her nest in a pot by my front door, but one day it was suddenly empty, with no sign of the four eggs, not even shells.
Many things happen in a garden that aren’t about plants.
By the way, Foliage Follow-Up is tomorrow. I know April is all about flowers for many of us, but I hope you’ll join me in posting about your interesting spring foliage too.
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You’ve been busy…I wonder if a snake or something ate those eggs..sigh.. I love the last photo!
You are quite right about many other things going on in the garden. I love the photo of the photographer taking the picture of the donkey. Those little donkeys are so sweet. Your poor bird trying to nest on the porch probably had its nest predated. They have plenty of time to renest hopefully in a better location. Fun photos Pam. It will make me look around for something interesting going on in my garden.
There are several larger birds that could easily carry off a wren egg in their beaks. Too bad about that, but you have to admit it wasn’t the safest spot to raise a family. There is something depressing about an abandoned nest though.
I’ll have to take a look at what “foliage follow-up” is about… I love foliage!
D’oh! I just did a foliage (well, non-bloom) post today! Bad timing. 🙁
Oh Pam. What a pity about the wren’s eggs. It is a fact of nature that other birds steal both eggs and chicks. We witnessed the jay taking the young from the cardinal’s nest. The mother was screeching in the tree above and I watched as the jay flew off with the helpless chick-and then came back for more. A similar thing happened with the mourning dove and last year the cardinals succumbed to the same fate. They were in a nest on the cross vine on the gate. This year it is the Cooper’s hawk who hunts in our garden. They know where the birds hang out and our wrens have been missing for weeks. I am so sad.