Thursday November 10th 2011 Tim Candler
The Summer Tanager is long
gone. He's probably somewhere on the borderlands between the
United States and Mexico. It's shrubs and dust there, the
occasional tree, pasture or range, there'll be tongue tied Texans, and
Rancheros with lassos, and amongst the still blooming he'll find bees to
eat, otherwise it's trash cans where in the stickiness and mank he'll
find wasps to eat.
It's just my preference, but I believe that if I was a
Summer Tanager I would reckon on Wasps being fair game. They'd be
prickly and bad tempered and beady eyed, and I'd gobble them up without a
second thought. Eating Bees, although they too can sting, would always
be an emotional challenge, especially on the colder morning when they are
slow and far from home and have dew on their wings.