One several and several ones

Todays' count:  one gopher, sitting up and doing that adorable four legged hop they do*; one small brown and orange butterfly; one magpie seen, one magpie heard, one yellow orb in a vast blue space, warm to the touch, one large red ride on lawn mower, one man riding the large red ride on lawn mower and wearing a white hat, several thousands green wrinkly little crabapples.  I am dreaming of pie already.

*for my opinion of Richardson's Ground Squirrels check out an earlier count.

today's count

Seven, count 'em, seven adorable baby gophers.*  I know they are babies because they are half the size of the regular gophers and both more alert and less cautious.  There were five of them at the big front door to the hole and two up the slope at the back door.  The two at the back door tried to go in together.  Two little bums and four little feet waving in the air, bloop, they were gone.

*Vermin say the farmers loudly.  Yes, yes, I know gophers do terrible things, but I figure whatever they do it can't compete with dropping nuclear bombs, having a definition for the word pedophile, or developing islands of plastic water bottles for the Pacific ocean because drinking out of a washable cup is just toooooo much effort.   I say gophers are cute.

Today's count

Back from the crabapple grove.  Ten robins, two gophers, a crow, a bumblebee (my second today), and a black butterfly.

This is a free bumble bee that you can colour.