Bird baths.
They’re not just for birds anymore….
These little guys never used to drink here until an apple tree sprouted in my garden bed a few years ago.
Now they’ve realized they can safely climb onto an overhanging branch and jump in.
Like I do…
Actual photo of me last Saturday night.
Pardon the quality of these shots, but it was dark and I was shooting through a window.
I’ve often wondered why the deer don’t stop to slake their thirst.
Now, I have proof that they do.
Dear Pets and Coupons,
While I thoroughly applaud your tenacious natures, the madness must stop. Save us both some time and aggravation and cease your current cycle of repetitive following. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I don’t allow my reader list to be clogged with random businesses, and will continue to zap you on a thrice daily basis.
If you’re people who actually reads my blogs?
Great! Drop a comment so I know there’s a real live human being behind the clicks… and I’ll welcome you aboard.
But Pet, from the look of your page….
You’re a bot and I won’t tolerate those just to juice my numbers… or my ego.
I remove you both every single day. Multiple times…and still, you return.
It’s become a game. Morning Follow… Morning Zap. Afternoon Follow… Afternoon Zap. Evening follow… Evening Zap. Well, I’m getting a little tired of playing.
Let this serve as a warning, I have an infinite amount of patience and will outlast you.
Yup.
That’s me.
So please….
And let me go.
Sincerely yours,
Rivergirl
I like candy.
You probably like candy.
I imagine everyone likes some kind of candy….
I dare you to like this candy.
Yes….. Zombie Skittles are coming to a store near you.
Hidden rotten flavored pieces?
So let me get this straight…. I chew all the normal fruity flavors with stupid new names and then bam!
I swallow one that tastes like a zombie….
What the hell does a zombie taste like?
Okay, thanks.
That certainly clears it up.
Squirrels.
Love ’em or hate ’em, you have to admit they’re marvelously clever and acrobatic creatures. Entire industries are built on deterring them from raiding our bird feeders, but squirrels?
They train for it.
Personally, I enjoy their antics and figure anyone who works that hard deserves a few seeds and nuts.
So as promised, here are a few of my favorite shots over the years.
When we moved to our house in 2002 it was a wasteland of gardenless grass, so I stuck a quick pole in the ground with a feeder.
It didn’t take long for a squirrel to find it.
Reaching it was a little harder.
But eventually he got there.
Although he had a hard time accessing the seed…
It didn’t beat him.
And he happily ate hanging upside down.
Mind you, we have a large open backyard and the winds blow like downtown Chicago so a lot of the feeders actively swing.
Which is what this one was doing. Back and forth, back and forth, with a squirrel happily perched inside and enjoying the ride.
This one didn’t mind sharing the feeder with an orange.
He just used it as a cushion.
Here’s another upside down eater.
Maybe he was raiding seed…maybe he was doing handstands.
Tough call.
Either way, I’m in awe of the leg muscle it takes to hang like that.
This feeder posed a challenge at first.
And for a while all he could do was hug it.
But after a day or two?
Upside down munching.
Squirrels….
Is there anything they can’t do?
Apparently not.
Debt…
Almost everyone is in it…
And almost everyone dreams of winning the lottery to get out of it.
(There’s no logical reason for this photo. I just Googled debt meme and came up with it.
A squirrel… in full armor.
You’re welcome.)
So we worked hard, and became debt free.
We cut up all the credit cards, and paid them off. We paid off the cars, motorcycles and other assorted big boy toys.
Three months ago? We paid off our mortgage.
We’re now totally debt free.
Yay us!
Except no. Life doesn’t work that way.
For years we had nearly perfect credit scores.
(Perfect is 840, ours was 837.)
Until we started paying off debt, at which point they dropped like a stone.
Cut up and pay off your credit cards? Lose 34 points.
Which is wrong. So very, very wrong.
In every conceivable way.
The last time I checked?
It went down 44 points because we no longer have a mortgage.
What the f*ckity f*ck f*ck?
Everything we own is paid for, we have more liquid cash than we’ve ever had before, our pension and retirement plans are set and we can live comfortably without fear.
For this we’re penalized?
It is.
It really, really is.
While winter may not possess the gentle pastels of spring, the bright greens of summer or the glorious burning of autumn….
It does have it’s own unique color.
These pictures were taken out my winter windows.
And to me……
A Mainer….
They’re just as beautiful as any blooming garden.
Of course I say that from inside the nice warm house….
Not braving the elements like this little guy.
Right hand cold…
Left hand cold…
To hell with this…
Both hands cold.
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