Resident Gray Catbird Upon Tingsgrove~

I took these Gray Catbird images the end of May and then proceeded to bury them deep within my photo editing program...oops...
The  bit of rusty colour under the tail represents that it was in courship display mode.  I remember the first time that I heard the voice of a Catbird, it most certainly sounded just like a kit-cat meowing.
They usually make their nest in shrubs, and very deep thickets along the outer borders of the property here on Tingsgrove.

I am linking up with Stewart at:

Wild Bird Wednesday

(http://paying-ready-attention-gallery.blogspot.com.au/)

 

Candy stripe tall pink Phlox~
 

 

Meaka joined me in the garden, as I drug the hoses around to water during the hottest part of this summer~

 

 

Below is the house that Bill designed for us 32 years ago.  We had it framed and then he finished the inside, as well as built the 2 car garage by himself. 
We moved in 31 years ago last week, and have been so blessed to call it home~
 

 

With the fruit of the Bradford Pears and Crabapples, beginning to come in, many of the songbirds will begin to flock upon them, as they begin to ripen now~
 

 

Below are a few more image shares of the Ruby-throated Hummingbird~
 

 

 

 

 

Below, one of our White tailed Deer runs for cover from me and my mean camera;')~
 

The little fawn below was trying to locate it's momma ( not the doe from above...) and got stuck out in the middle of a 2 lane, very busy road.  I pulled off and allowed it to find it's way back into the woods, to safety~
 

The Monarch Butterfly is the only Monarch that we have seen all season...very disturbing find across this area...
 

I shared the story of this Box Turtle back when the Red-Shouldered Hawks had fledged from the nest and had begun hunting on their own, but had no images at the time.   I saw this turtle the week before one of the juvie hawks had found it. 
David who was one of the landowners that allowed me access to his land during nest season, said that one afternoon, he got the biggest laugh, as one of the hawks would swoop down, land on the turtle's back and peck on it's shell.  The hawk would tire, go back up, perch and then do it all over again, several times, before giving up on any turtle meat for din din;')
Of course the hawk was never of any threat to this large turtle, but look, it did make a dent in the shell. 
That poor turtle...wonder what it must have been thinking...they do think right;")~
 

 

 Autumn has arrived on Tingsgrove, and the first trees to turn every year, are the Buckeyes. 
Farewell Summer, it was nice~