The sun had dropped below the horizon by the time we had finished rolling up the last bale of hay. It had been a long and very hot day, so we were happy to heading home. With the work finished, we were no longer concerned about the dark clouds that blackened the sky. (No good grass farmer wants to see his hay get wet from rain before it is baled.) We were, in fact, excited to think that rain might be on the way. Our Hill Top is needing rain!
My biggest concern was that Millie and I hadn't made our evening trek over the hill! And, that I hadn't fed the hummingbirds since early morning. All of this yet to do, and there was a thunderstorm headed our way. Lightening flashed and thunder rumbled, but no matter, I got my umbrella, my flashlight, and my Millie and headed out. It was our 772nd walk, and the streak would not be broken. We hadn't made it more than 50 yards, when He-Who-Worries, pulled up behind us in his side-by-side. The lights from his headlamps certainly made the walk easier, and the assurance that I could always get inside with him, was comforting. (Millie won't ride.) The storm hit when we got to the pond. The wind blew quite hard and a few drops of rain fell. We walked on. The streak was not broken. And, the storm moved off to the east leaving us, much to our chagrin, high and dry.
With the walk completed, I went about the task of cleaning and filling nine hummingbird feeders. Three of the quart-sized feeders fit perfectly in an old roaster pan, so there were only three trips to be made out to the Garden Shanty and Shed. On one of those trips is when I discovered the spider.
Oh no, not another spider story, you say! Well, maybe not another one. It may be just another chapter about the same Orb Weaver that, last week, I thought was lost. At that time, the web was built each night on the east side of the little shed. Last night, there on the west side of the shed was a magnificent orb web with a big beautiful Orb Weaver right in its center. I think she is my spider.
If she had simply moved to another location to build her web, I wouldn't have known, because I had not gone out to fill the feeders at night. And, the web would have been gone during the day when I was ordinarily out and about.
So, that's the end of the spider story. I suppose, all's well, that ends well. ( I just stepped out to the Shanty a bit ago, and there was my spider busy at work on her new web.)