Feeder clean and store
Maybe the summer will carry on indefinitely, but I highly doubt that. In anticipation of the net season, today I cleaned the two feeders for our “sugar vultures” aka hummingbirds. Are they off to warmer places? Unsure, but I think they, too, understand that the seasons are changing. We’re into frost warnings, and that’s a sign that the frozen syrup won’t attract much, going forward. If the birds get desperate, they can hover by a window, and I’ll come to their rescue.
The same thing applies to the lawn. I did my bit with the whipper-snipper, but I did notice that the potato field just below here looks withered. My guess, a pass with some nasty chemicals in a towed sprayer, and in a week or two they’ll dig and go. The potatoes don’t like freezing weather, either.
Our election campaigns continue, and the tone is getting acrid. Someone wants a chance in the big chair, and he’s not going to say anything nice that might convince a hapless voter to go with the flow. I don’t pay much attention; I’ve figured out that it takes more than a few lies to swing the seesaw back into line. I do want it all to be over.
The schools in the city are shuttered, until the health minister can figure out a new approach. “Fourth wave” time. It’s funny how we know the best practices, but some people don’t understand that science will win in the end. “Willing to die for my freedom” has such a fatalistic ring to it. Come on folks!
