”I don’t feed the birds because they need me; I feed the birds because I need them.”
As the White Rabbit declared, “I’m late. I’m late.” I slept in. It was one of those put a mirror under her nose mornings. Nala woke me up when she decided to lap me awake. Sometime during the early morning it rained. Right now it is misty and dark. It is damp chilly at 69 °. It will stay cloudy and in the 70’s today.
Horror upon horror! I am out of coffee, no beans left. I have my coffee delivered, and it will be here in a couple of days so I don’t want to buy another whole bag. I can’t remember a morning before this without coffee. Maybe I was a toddler says I tongue in cheek.
My bird feeders are busy this morning. Yesterday I added a beautiful decorated glass feeder in the shape of a crescent moon and opened on one side. The chickadees have found it as has a cardinal. If it were a nicer day, I’d be on the deck watching my birds.
When my mother visited, she was always jealous of my birds. She had feeders in her backyard. She attracted crows and pigeons. We used to call them country pigeons. Once, even a seagull showed up. The spawns were frequent visitors. She started to hang the feeders on the clothes line. The spawns became tightrope walkers. They were fun to watch for us not so much for my mother.
When I was a kid, I had favorite places to ride my bike. I used to like to ride by the golf course as I usually found errant balls across the street from the course. I used to ride a loop from my house to the square, down Main Street over and down the hill to Spot Pond which was a reservoir back then. I remember an island I always wanted to sneak on and stay and camp. I’d ride along the pond then take a left and ride pass some greenhouses. I’d take a right to another road. Up further was a house build beside a tall random rock wall. The wall was kind of neat and in an unexpected place. Next, I remember a small, old, empty garage just sitting on the corner. It was made with some sort of stone. I’d take Green Street, a back way to get home. I was gone for hours. When my mother asked where I’d been, I’d always tell her around.
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July 23, 2024 at 1:59 pm
Hi Kat,
Last night we received a little more rain. Today the sky is partly sunny with no chance of precipitation expected. The high will be a chilly 87°.
I’m not a fan of attracting birds to my yard. They tend to crap everywhere, especially on my car. Birds should feed on the insects that permeate the yard.
When I was a kid I rode my bike to school most days. However, on the weekends I would take a canteen of water and explore the area on my bike. In those days, we lived near the edge of the city and there were small horse and cattle farms on the next block. The road dipped down to a wooden bridge that crossed a creek. Now, the area to the north has been developed completely into the next county.
When I started working here, we had a part time instructor who worked a couple of days a week. I asked him what he did the rest of the time. He replied that he lived off of his trust fund. It turned out that he grew up on his parent’s farm in what is now near north Dallas. His parents sold the farm by the square foot to the developers. He told me that he bought a ranch southeast of Dallas and raises horses the rest of the time. In my next life I’m going to choose wealthier parents. 🙂
July 23, 2024 at 4:04 pm
Hi Bob,
It is still damp and cloudy. I thought the sun was going to come out, but it didn’t. It was just taunting me.
My bird feeders hang over the backyard. My backyard was left wild on purpose so the bird poop falls into the yard. I get birds in the summer so they know where to go in winter when there is little for them to eat especially if it snows.
I sometimes rode my bike to school in the warmer months. It spent most of the winter in the cellar. My town did have a dairy farm in those days, lots of woods and ponds. I loved the adventure of exploring.
I’ll join you in hoping in my next life to be born rich!