Superb pouch technique
The view from the living room window changes constantly. The trees move. The bird feeders attract local colour. Sometimes, we even watch cage races.
Imagine a live trap cage, with competition to get inside and snare the pile of seeds. At one point, today, I had a chipmunk, a squirrel and two different sorts of birds all doing the “standoff”. Took a few photos – the chipmunk had his get out of jail card along, so the Great Goddess of Seeds lifted the gate and let him return to his appointed task of vacuuming the feeders. I swear, he has a plan; “Only two hundred and seventy-odd more trips and it will all be mine”. Those cheek pouches are really useful, in times of free seeds.
At a certain point, all of the suitors disappeared. Might have been a hawk nearby, or the bell to go for an afternoon nap. Not sure, exactly. I was also bored of watching, so I returned to my busy schedule. (Don’t ask the witnesses about that one, please).
Suppertime involved me, some chicken pieces, the BBQ and a stiff breeze. What should have required about ten to fifteen minutes, tops, took more than double the time, due to the ongoing cooling of everything. On the upside, the chicken was reported to be very tender.
And now I’m back to waiting for Godot.
Not much to report from the outside world. In the ON elections, the catch phrase is now “a dollar a beer”, wherein one party promises populism since the party platform isn’t ready. Delay for another ten days, and it could be the victory slogan.
