For your horror, the mound below is an ant hill.
Below are the (fighting) hummingbirds. Sadly, I have not been able to capture the brown one in the sun yet. It is a bright copper with a cheery-red throat. It is stunning. The hummingbirds are playing "King of the Feeder" right now. We need to get another feeder, though we are sure another King will take over, chasing away other hummingbirds. I cannot wait for the babies to appear. They are so tiny.
Finally, Miss Maggie. She is doing very well. Friday is the beauty parlor for the Works. I am sure she will not speak to me for a day. She hates getting her nails dremeled and her hair shaved into a puppy cut, but only for a day. The following day she realizes how comfortable she is and forgives me.
Well, that was boring, wasn't it?