As I was leaving to go to my Cameron office this morning, I heard a strange bird call. It didn’t sound like anything I’d ever heard, so I looked up to see what new bird was on the property. All I could see was a crow.
And that crow was acting mighty strange. It was making this weird noise, that was not the usual “caw” at all, and flying round and round the large black willow tree in our arroyo. I noticed another crow, doing the same thing.
So, I drove down the driveway to the gate. While I waited for the gate to open, I realized there were THREE rather upset crows, and they were circling because a red-tailed hawk was sitting on a branch of the tree, all huddled down. She was huddled down, because the crows were dive-bombing her over and over.
Of course, just as I got my camera out, she had enough of the torture and flew off. I inspected the tree as I drove off, and for the life of me I didn’t see any reason why the crows would have been so pissed off at the hawk. I know what a crow’s nest looks like, and there was not one on top of that tree (poor choice for a nest, the way willow branches fall off so easily). Maybe there was some other bird nest up there that the crows wanted to steal eggs from? I’ll look more closely when I get home.
Since I was already driving slowly, it was easy for me to spot a pair of bluebirds in our pasture. I realized they were hanging out at the stump where last year a woodpecker had made a nest. If I’m right, I may have a front-row seat for some baby bluebirds in the near future!
Taking in the sights
I was having so much fun that I decided to just take it slow and see what I saw on my drive in to town. Well, you actually have to take it slow on CR 140/240 heading to Cameron, since the potholes and washboard effects make going fast a recipe for tire or hubcap loss. The rains have NOT helped. Some of the holes are dangerous, but there’s not much you can do about it, given the county budget.
Anyway, I took a picture of the property down the hill from us, which has had spectacular flowers this year. I’d be able to get a better photo on foot, but I’m not supposed to walk the dogs on the road, and they insist on following.
Next, I stopped at Walkers Creek cemetery and took some pictures, which I’ll share in a later post, but I did want to share this beautiful oak tree. That thing is OLD.
A few wildflowers were peeking up in the lawn at the cemetery. Most interesting was this stemless spiderwort. At first I thought the flower was just short because of mowing, but then I realized there were taller plants nearby, so these are naturally so short. Wow!
I enjoyed watching this bull with an itchy face. He was rubbing and rubbing at this pole. I hope he feels better by now!
Driving down “Ballpark Road” which is also “Fannin” and other things, I checked out the pecan trees that I’ve been watching grow since they were first planted in the big drought year. They are enjoying this year much better! The area they are in is the flood plain for the Little Elm Creek, so it’s not good for much more than pecans. Mandi said other pecans were planted a few years before these, but a flood immediately wiped them all out. Oops.
And here’s a not-so-great shot of the creek itself. Walkers Creek empties into it. The water is high thanks to 3″ of rain that fell here on Wednesday night. The bridge is a newer one, but still it’s not great. They just repaired the roadway leading up to it, but it’s back to being really scary if you take it at the speed limit.
And, I’ll leave you with a picture of the hay sign on the road that leads to a friend’s house. If you ever need hay, she has some. I hope you enjoyed a trip down the road!