It’s been a great year for native saskatoons or western serviceberry (amelanchier alnifolia). The berries grow on trees of varying sizes in the Dungeness Recreation Area and they’re ripe this month. They’re a favorite of cedar waxwings and small flocks converge on the trees for feasts.
One of our neighbors snacks on these berries and we started grazing, too. Until this year, we were the only humans we saw eating them. This month we met a Cherokee woman who was gathering the berries for a pie and a day or so later encountered an Eastern European couple who insisted they were a type of wild blueberry. In fact, it’s a member of the rose family.
We came across this flock of California quail (Callipela californica) feeding along the trial last Saturday. I’m posting this not because I think it’s a particularly nice photo but because I was impressed at how many of them there were. I understand that in prolific breeding years quail can have two broods with up to 20 eggs per clutch. I count 29 here, a covey of multiple families.
The wild nootka roses are beginning to bloom again. For anyone fond of the adage, “stop and smell the roses” this is cause for celebration. Their scent is classic, heavenly rose. But my human nose wasn’t the only thing enjoying the roses. This bee was having a field day. It was lingering, almost lounging. If it could have rolled in the pollen I think it would have. And if I’d have been able to turn it into a cartoon, the thought bubble would say – with a French accent – “Oh, ma cherie! It has been so long! My heart has ached for the beauty of your soft petals and the sweetness of your pollen! At last! We are together again!” or, you know, something roughly like that.
And which makes me wonder: did you know that only female bees collect pollen?
I’ve posted this barn before. The first time the perspective could have been better. I was happy to discover a road that provided the angle to better view this beauty.
Bob Clark, whose pioneer family goes back generations in Sequim, tells stories about this, his grandmother’s barn. I believe she may have been a Cline – as in Cline Spit – but I’m relying on memory, which is a weak crutch.
This is Dungeness Cemetery. It has a lovely view of the Olympic Mountains to the south and a walk through produces a who’s who of local pioneers for whom many of our local roads are named.
After taking the shots of the eagle posted here yesterday, we encountered this trio of peacocks on the road. They acted like three birdbrains that had just broken out of jail without a leader or a plan. “Where the heck are we?” “I dunno. I followed you.” “Should we go back that way?” “Naaah. We’ve been there.”
“There’s that person standing there. Bushes there and there. Let’s go this way.”
Here’s my left side. This is the side on the dollar bill. Noble? Photogenic? What do you think? Is this my better side?
Here’s the right. I’m thinking maybe I should go with this side next time they pose me for a bill. And I’m thinking of something bigger than a dollar to make it worth my time. What do you think?