This morning was a cloudy day, perfect for weeding. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise, but having xeriscape does not mean easy. Actually, I think you see those green little pesky weeds more against the red gravel. What I would like to do is to dump more gravel on top, but I know that those weeds will find their way to the surface. I think the weed barrier has deteriorated over the years, but that just means more work and weeding now seems like the simpler method.
I put on the my blue gloves, grabbed my pail, and weeding tool (I am sure there is a specific name for my tool). I started where my eyes spotted lots of green patches. As I moved around the rock sculpture (a cairn of rocks), I noticed a grey spot. As I looked closer, my eyes saw white bones sticking out. At first I thought it was coyote scat, but realized that the bones would not be whole. I picked it up, looked closer. Took a photo and sent it to my friend and biologist extraordinaire.
A few minutes later, she informed me it was an owl pellet. Oh the treasurers we are granted from weeding. I could picture the owl sitting on the rock cairn, coughing up the pellet and flying off in the middle of the night.
Now I am cooking the owl pellet so the learners can investigate it in class tomorrow.