That is a great picture, isn't it. That is the day I walked out and he was just born over the course of the night. He's really great. He is 5 years old now and he still knows me, I think, by smell. He walks right up to me, and I don't do anything until, he sniffs me. Then, I know he knows it is me, and it is like a reunion every time. He rubs his head on my legs and I rub his head. He lays under the trees while I run the lawn mower. My neighbor, Meatball Mike, was looking over once, and he yelled over, " is that a buck laying there?" I told him it was a statue. He has been talking about getting his cataracks removed, if he does, I am in big trouble.
Our garden is always organic. No sprays, no chemicals, nothing. I did find a big rabbit sitting it in once, but, other than that, we usually had no trouble with bugs. We did have a mole once, which I named Loy. How funny, but he would come out and sit by the walk outfront. Never hid from me. I picked him up and moved him to my neighbor's once. lol. They don't garden or even, run the mower. What a wonderful place for Loy to live.
I like bees. I guess you could had figured that out by now, eh. I made friends once with a bee. It was the kind with the furry heads. I saw him one day, always walking back & forth by the lavender outfront. He never bothered anything or anyone. He just walked. He would walk and I would pet his head. I showed my husband and it became a routine thing to check out the "walking bee." We liked him, and he was a friendly.
Then, my son came home and while we were eating dinner announced that there was a bee outside just walking about. Before we could say anything, he said, " I stepped on him, so he wouldn't sting you mom."
Well, we told our son, with tears in our eyes, and we actually, saw tears in his. He said, " I am so sorry mom, you should had told me." Well, it was a sad day. We lost our Walking Bee.
That is a true story. I have no life, lol.
We need bees to keep things thriving & growing. They are dwindling in numbers.