We’re living in dangerous times, my friends.
It’s getting quite scary to open the front door.
We have eight–I repeat, eight–ruby-throated hummingbirds buzzing and squawking and hollering and dive-bombing anything that walks, flies or carries a camera.
OK, as usual, I have no idea how many hummingbirds there are outside our innocent front door. We counted eight yesterday. There could be ten or sixteen or twenty-four!
All we know is that they are wild and crazy hummers. I sat on the front porch two days ago and shook in fear. Their two-inch beaks threatened from six inches away. They kamikazeed. They dive-bombed each other. They weren’t afraid of little old me.
We have NEVER had more than four hummingbirds, OK, maybe not more than six in more than a quarter century of living in the woods.
What kind of summer is this going to be if we can’t even leave our front door in a respectable manner without fleeing from these miniature needle-beaked beasts?
Oh, and it gets MUCH worse than this, my frightened readers. You can not imagine how bad it gets.
I am talking wood ticks.
I can barely utter their name without weeping in utter despair. (Note: why do I still type sentences like this? In truth, I am barely frowning. But am desiring to make a point to any weary bored blog readers who need to realize the severity of our plight.)
Yesterday or the day before or the day before I went on a morel mushroom hunt. You know the delicious morels, don’t you, of which it’s been impossible to find the last three years?
Now that our weather is balmy (for the moment) we’re all flocking out to the old wood rows and fences and apple trees looking for those delicious mushrooms. My friend Patsy (I can barely stand to report) over there across the bay picked three bushels or something extraordinary.
I found four morels and decided it was a bonanza!
Except for those wood ticks. Darn them! I brought home four morels and 21 wood ticks. Stripped away every crawling inch of clothing and tossed or flushed the wood ticks.
Next morning? Three more wood ticks on this body! Two of them burrowed in and feeding on innocent skin, blast them! Found another one while writing this blog. (I lose my spirituality around wood ticks. OK, God bless ’em. Please. Because I don’t know how to, yet.)
Had another Lyme disease test a couple of weeks ago, and, thankfully, am still negative. Especially after last year’s debacle.
Between the crazy hummingbirds and the wood ticks we might as well shut the door and stay inside! Unfortunately, we’re already splitting our firewood for next year. And the garden isn’t yet planted…so we have to go outside.
Any suggestions for surviving in the woods?
P.S. If you want to see some real northern beauty–minus the drama–hop on over to Heather’s blog. She got some BEAUTIFUL pics of the aurora borealis last night. Not even dangerous at all! Really cool, Ms. Heather… http://rapidcityrecess.wordpress.com/2013/06/01/aurora-northern-lights-slideshow/