A circus
Over the last year, I’ve had a project underway. Shift son #3 from a tea slurper to a coffee guzzler. Tried different strategies, including moving to a place that has limited access to tea (other than the ubiquitous Orange Pekoe). Allowed him the liberty to alter a good cuppa with additives: chocolate, for example. Now for the final step.
Before he move on, I have to convince him that he will be lost without an espresso machine. Unfortunately, the cost of something other than a toy is, frankly, steep. Like tea, if you will… Going to keep on with my search, because OUR machine will not be regifted.
Our strategy of feeding the local wild things is getting to be “out of control”. The chickadees were a good beginning, and the inevitable arrival of the jays went with the territory. Other little featherballs, OK. Juncos, you are polite. The crow that stole the suet cage, not so much.
But now, the squirrels are invasive. One, then two, then four… and breeding season hasn’t begun. One of them is capable of wrapping himself around the feeder, gobbling from one hole while pitching seed from another (to the friends down below). As a distraction, the Master-Feeder has been placing piles on the ground. Now, we find the lads sitting on the doorstep, waiting for the delivery cup. A shower of seed, welcomed. Chatter to keep us on task. Even the dog is in on the sport… he leaps and watches the tails scatter, only to return once he heads back inside to watch from the window. A circus!
