End of September; time to start the fall cleanup in the garden, and start battening down for winter. (Which may come or not, as whimsy takes the BC weather deities*.) The pair of juncos has been joined by a second couple; they scratch and peck at the soil I just turned, clearing out dying annuals. A nuthatch is packing away sunflower seeds for the cold weather ahead, as if it couldn't trust me to keep the supply coming. And whenever I go out to get some work done, the chickadees scold; I'm in their way. They'd prefer I only work in the garden at night.
|"What shall I do with this clam? Is it big enough to be worth the effort?"|