In the dim pre-dawn light, I was making my morning trek to retrieve the morning newspaper, when my attention was pulled to a pain-like screeching coming from the garden. It wasn’t hard to follow the noise, which turned out to be a hungry praying mantis, squeezing the life from a still struggling cicada, who’d found itself in the wrong place at the wrong time. There are so many wonderful opportunities in the garden to observe nature if we just slow down and be mindful of each moment.
Most birds in the garden have the good sense to nest in relatively safe areas like trees, but not killdeers. I almost ran over this nesting killdeer with the golf cart yesterday. Fortunately, they have rather loud voices. We’re not sure if this is mama or daddy, but the babies can’t be far off.