Beetles and butterflies are sometimes restricted to small areas. Each mountain in a range, and even the different zones of a mountain, may have its own peculiar species. But the house-fly seems to be everywhere. I wonder if any island in mid-ocean is flyless.
John Muir
Another day in the country. Cats are fed and watered coffee is made. Nothing left to do but enjoy the day. I wish that were true. Today I will have to mix gas for the chainsaw put on the new chain and cut wood and bring it in. Winter, although releasing her icy grip has not left here. The geese are flying in great numbers, I heard a robin and saw a few other species returning to the north. They know it is spring here.
Pussy willows are in bloom, my black poplar trees are budding now in earnest. Soon the frogs and then the mosquitos. Then all sorts of bugs arrive. The inside bugs are already flocking at the windows ready to go out.
I even saw a fly, why did God make those? And mosquitos? I know that the food chain would collapse without those, but they are annoying.
sundogs
For the girls
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