Tag Archives: bird feeders

Watch Your Step!

17 Dec

We woke up this morning to find the entire world encased in ice. The Squire took these shots when he went out to get the paper and mail: one is a tree right outside the den window, and the other is a picture of the pond, looking toward the road. As you can see, even though it is mid-December, the grass is still fairly green.

When I filled the various bird feeders, they were all wrapped in solid sheets of ice, and I had a dickens of a time getting them off the post. Then I had to bang on this one with a stick to loosen the lid so I could unscrew it.

Ice feeder.JPGI know the ice is dangerous and all that, but it certainly is lovely.

The Squire had to take the car out to the mailbox, as it was too icy for him to walk. Normally, going after the ail-may is Blazer’s favorite part of the day, but not this time. He’d have pulled The Squire off his feet!

And, yes, we have taken to speaking Pig Latin around the og-day, but he has begun to understand what we are saying. Too smart for his own good, that one!

My Mama Done Tol’ Me…

27 Feb

…there would be days like this.

I started my day, as usual, by filling the bird feeders. We were out of peanuts, so I tried to open a bag without going after the scissors, and the bloody thing exploded all over the front porch. I’ll be finding peanuts behind the mini-blinds for months, I suppose. That’s what I get for being lazy.

Before I left to do the wash, I started a batch of fruit and nut bread and accidentally used rye flour instead of whole wheat. Not too bad; edible, but not what I’d recommend.

I stopped on the way to the Laundromat for a cup of coffee, which I promptly spilled all over the counter and the floor. My card wouldn’t scan, so the clerk had to call the manager. It has been cold and windy – actual temp of 37, but a wind chill of 27 – and when I got to the laundry, I found that my basket had fallen over in the back seat, and some of the contents fell out when I opened the door. Clothing went skidding across the parking lot, and I spent five minutes (well, maybe two) chasing down The Squire’s underwear. Because we had to empty the corner cupboard to move it, half of the table is covered with the stuff I pulled out of there, which meant that when I took the clothing out of the dryer, there was no place to put it while we folded it. The Squire took the kiDSCN0083tchen linens and bath towels and I schlepped the rest upstairs and folded it on our bed, which at least made putting it away more convenient.

A structural engineer came by this afternoon to take a look at the outside wall and the bow window. The Squire and I explained that the house is not salable and at our age, we honestly don’t want to put a small fortune into the place. He suggested several stopgap measures, but the window will need to be completely removed and that section of wall rebuilt. Obviously, that can’t be done until warm weather, so we have to look at this until, oh, mid-April or so. It’s far too late to try to blame this on the hurricane in 1999, so we’ll have to pay for it out of pocket.

We did get one coat of paint on the ceiling this afternoon, so there’s progress of a sort. Maybe we can get the second coat on tomorrow afternoon.

Flying Squirrel

12 Jun

Squirrel at feeder

A squirrel just flew past my window.  Broad daylight, and definitely not your standard flying squirrel.

We have had a bird feeder outside our den window for years, which attracts all sorts of birds, and a fair number of squirrels, who are not the least bit deterred by the fact that they have to shimmy up a metal pole to reach the feeder.  We also get indigo buntings, cardinals, red breasted grosbeaks, titmice, chickadees, gold finches, and numerous other birds.

And there’s enough seed to go around.

Several weeks ago, The Squire purchased a cone-shaped squirrel guard (yeah, riiiight) and attached it to the pole.  The squirrels have learned exactly how far away from the pole they must be to jump right past the guard and reach the feeder.                                             pyramid 2

However, this morning was another kettle of fish entirely, as a small furry body whizzed past my line of vision and hit the feeder.   The little stinkers have started climbing a “pyramid” we use for vines, such as peas and string beans, and launching themselves through the air – about five feet – to land on the feeder.  When I went out to take this shot, there were three of them sitting on the cross pieces, like airplanes on the tarmac, waiting for take off.

For what it’s worth, that length of PVC pipe is where we put peanuts every morning. The squirrels are willing to go into the tube, but the blue jays are not. And all that tall stuff in the background is iris; the ground is far, far too wet to mow there. We have to wait until we have near drought conditions or the ground freezes to cut them down. The Squire says it would be easier to mow chocolate pudding.

The property is listed on the tax assessment as “marsh land”. The Rice Paddy; that’s us.