The blank page is a particular challenge when the main focus in one's life is waiting for medical messages and appointments. I will just say that Toni has her first appointment with the neurologist this week and hopefully things will move quicker after that.
Now for something completely different.
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Last fall I built a simple bird feeder just below the sundeck.
I put it there to entertain the cat. She can't get to the birds, so the only harm is to her nervous system.
The feeder got many visitors over the winter.
and even more after the sissy birds that winter in the south returned.
A few weeks ago a small flock of white crested sparrows arrived and set up shop in the cedar hedge.
I am familiar with these cheerful little birds because they are often at the Overton Wildlife Management Area at the same time we are.
Overton is a small town sixty miles north of Las Vegas and a convenient stopping place on the way north and south during the annual seniors migration. We have stopped there many times and always have a bag of bird food ready to put out.
One morning the remnants of a bag of tortilla chips got added to the pile. Later that afternoon, I looked up from my reading and noticed that there was a steady line of tortilla pieces moving over the dusty soil. Like a fleet of tiny sails the orangy white bits were traveling in a tidy line across the lot.
'That's curious' I thought, and went to investigate.
It was ants of course. Hundreds of the industrious little critters were making off with the best treasure that had come their way in a long time. Carrying a load much bigger than itself, each ant was struggling over lumps of dirt, small stones, twigs and sand. The trail led under a tangled mess of mesquite and brush. I got down on my knees to see just how much further they had to go and there were the pirates.
Two lazy sparrows were crouched safely in the shade, deftly plucking the tortilla bits from the jaws of the hard working ants as they passed by.
I laughed.Why did I laugh? All the ants hard work was being stolen by creatures too big to fight, creatures so big they probably couldn't even comprehend them. It was tragic and yet so funny.
Maybe there's a moral in there somewhere but I can't think what it might be.
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Besides birds and the neighbours Siamese (cat not twins) the only other creatures that visit the yard are the deer.
They and I are still working out an agreement about which plants I can grow and keep. Marigolds taste yucchy and after a bite or two are left alone. Onions and garlic are too smelly. Roses and raspberries are very tasty and fair game, worth trying to get in a quick nibble before a lawn chair or anything else handy comes flying off the sundeck at them.
For some reason peonies are exempt as well as irises and gladiolus. The experiments will continue and in the meantime the sundecks are getting very crowded.
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The South Okanagan is a fascinating place to live. The scenery is amazing at any time of the year and the variety of orchards, vineyards and wineries seem endless.
A person who is easily distracted from the task at hand (me) can go out to fetch one thing and end up somewhere else entirely. Just last week I was on my way to the Summerland nursery to buy some cabbages and potting soil. I did eventually get there but first there was a stop to take pictures, another stop to walk along a creek and then best of all the discovery of a fruit wine store. Sampling was required and several purchases were made.
Cabbages and potting soil seemed mundane after that.
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My random thought for today.
Did you ever think while cooking your morning egg 'This egg might be the one? THIS egg may have the mutation that makes it the Einstein of chickens!!' Do you ever think that and then eat it anyway, because after all how smart could the Einstein of chickens be ? Not very.