There was a mosquito in the den this morning. Emphasis on WAS.
I smacked that little sucker HARD.
Honestly, with as much standing water as we have around here, ‘skeeters are a constant problem, but I certainly didn’t expect to see them when there are still patches of snow on the ground!
I wonder if humans need heart worms medicine?
. . . we have ants.
I think the wimpiest ants in the world live here. Unless it is warm and sunny they come inside. If it is raining, they want to be dry. If it is cold, they want to be warm. Not that you can really blame them, I guess, but I though wild animals are supposed to tolerate weather.
And these little creatures only show up in the bathroom. I’m not complaining, just mentioning that they almost never invade the kitchen. What is it about Bon Ami they find so alluring? They race endlessly around the edge of the wash bowl, going nowhere in a big hurry. From time to time one of them will climb the alps of Mt. Faucet, but for the most part, they stay on the counter.
I know it’s a bit fuzzy, but it is a sticker on a car window at the riots on January 6th.
Two different flags, representing two different nations, bitter enemies, but occupying the same continent. I’m sure both side believed God was on their side, but they were not ever, and because one of them not longer exists, except in the fevered memories of their descendants, “One Nation“, under the any conceivable definition. Who are thee people?
We’d managed to sail through most of the season without too much trouble, but we woke up on Thursday to this. We’d had a couple of false starts, big build-ups, and then nothing to really mention. However, this snow acted as if it meant business. It was still snowing fairly hard when I took this shot, and continued until nearly noon. We are looking from the corner of the house across the yard to toward the drive. Fortunately, I’d filled the feeders the night before, so I didn’t have to slog out there and freeze my “widdle finners”. Or my feet, as this was deeper than my boots!
Even this snow didn’t stick to the roads or walks very well. However, it was enough to bring out what we call The Vultures – hoards of blackbirds, grackles, starlings, and redwings – all eager to demolish the feeders. They will swirl in out of nowhere, light in the trees, and then drop in waves, almost as if it is raining. And then you get this: I call it The Chow Line This was taken through the den window, so it’s a bit blurry. And still snowing.
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