Never gave using a Hebe a thought.

 

Today was one for everyone who enjoys nature.  Didn't get up until 7:30 and was out on the porch checking the temp when I heard the noise a hummingbird wings make. She acted like I'd invited her for breakfast, sat right down on the feeder and took a drink, then sat and drank at each of the other three "flowers" on the feeder. When she was done she rested for a couple minutes on a limb of the apple tree and then took off south across the yard climbing as she went to get over the ridge on the other side of the river. Jean and I always leave the feeders up for a few days after the locals leave as somehow, travelers seem to find them and refuel on their long journey south.

Finished breakfast and looked out the sliding glass doors to see two adult does come together and start licking one another's heads and ears. It went on for a good five minutes. My best guess is that they were trying to get rid of ticks or lice that they themselves couldn't reach. Their gentleness, patience and willingness to help one another is a lesson all of us need to learn from.

Gave some thought to yesterday's shellacking. Where I was fishing, the sun set straight down stream and as the temp dropped, the bugs stopped and the fishing was over all within a few minutes. Today I fished a place where the river ran north to south and the sun went behind the western hill long before sunset. At three-thirty when I started, half the river was already in shade. The bugs kept flying and the fish kept rising. 

While on the river mother nature continued to provide me with noteworthy experiences. What appeared to be a yearling bear crossed the river about 100 yards down stream from me. He didn't seem to enjoy the crossing, running and jumping all the way across. About ten minutes later momma crossed in the same place (now about 75 yards below me. She proceeded with a done it before attitude but didn't really waste any time. A little while later an adult bald eagle flew up river while I was fighting a fish. He lit in a tree on the ridge above me and watched until I landed the fish. Didn't give me a thumbs up, just got up and left when the fish was in the net.

The fishing - A promise is a promise. Lets just say that today was quite a bit better, in all respects, than Monday and Tuesday combined.   

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