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But no matter how many stinky cat food tins I open….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to chew his back feet.
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And it’s not just a little licking for cleaning purposes, no. It’s actual chewing.
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Yes. He’s an odd duck…. but we love him.
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Tag Archives: feed
How seriously does my husband take feeding the birds?
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So seriously, that after filling the feeders and scattering seed on the ground for the cardinals during a snow storm?
He repeatedly chased off the interlopers.
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And threw bare handed snowballs at them to boot.
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He even followed them down the hill to the woods to make sure they were gone.
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Did I mention it was a little cold that day? Well, it was.
And just so you know?
This was the third of five hasty retreats the turkeys beat, only to come back and nosh happily on spilled seed when my husband gave up. (And no, I didn’t tell him.)
Turkeys – 1.
Husband – 0.
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What the flock?
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Birds.
You never know who’ll show up.
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Turkeys on Thanksgiving Day? That takes balls.
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They’re even pushing the envelope by ripping up every scrap of weed block landscaping paper I laid under our tree.
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And blue jays.
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All of a sudden, a large flock of blue jays.
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There were blue jays everywhere.
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And the greedy little devils wiped out four feeders in no time flat.
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Birds.
Sometimes annoying, but always photo worthy.
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Add seed.
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That’s what I need to do.
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Because my feeders empty as soon as I fill them.
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Everyone’s trying to lay on a little extra fat for winter.
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Except me. I’m not trying… but it’s there damn it.
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Critters eat me out of house and home this time of year.
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But that’s okay.
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I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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River's world..... 