We have the world's biggest bumble bee living in a plug socket at the front of the house. I don't mind. He's the only bee I've seen and I want them to live and multiply. As long as he keeps his stinger to himself and doesn't invite his wasp buddies, he can stay.
Last night I actually had to close the window because the yipping of the coyotes was getting out of hand. Oh yes, we are that rural (and I love it).
All of my stick gathering and piling on the fire pit has become a Wal Fart super centre for the robins. Cheeky, lazy buggers.
I have planted tomatoes, basil, rosemary, tarragon, mint and sunflowers. If so much as one deer nibbles on them I will start hunting.
It's Monday of possibly one of the busiest weeks of my year, and that's saying something. Here's to surviving.