Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, filling in for the guy I live with, and here to bring you the latest news from our rather chilly garden. You may remember me from such rather chilly posts as “A Winter Wonderland”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. It’s been pretty icy and snowy here, as you can see.This happening because the gutter is full of ice and so any melting snow has no place to go but over the gutter.
The guy I live with cleaned out the gutters, and I mean completely cleaned them out, just a while ago, but he claims to have no control over the formation of ice.
This could be why he decided not to make any resolutions this year, since there’s no control over anything that needs a resolution for it. I, of course, being perfect, wouldn’t even consider making any resolutions anyway.
However, the guy I live with is “extremely ticked off” by the events of the night before last.We know exactly who ate all the leaves off the Mahonia fremontii, because they left traces, very visible in the picture above. Rabbits, of course, who must be desperate for food, because of all the snow on the ground. Would you eat this?The mahonia now looks fairly hideous, and he said he’s going to have Tania, his gardening assistant, prune the mahonia when the weather warms. If you didn’t know about Tania, well, she’s imaginary. He said to close my eyes and try to imagine her, and that did work pretty well.But anyway you can see how hungry the poor rabbits are. The guy I live with says the great horned owls aren’t doing their job, as though they had one, and that it had anything to do with him, but he also did say something about the edibility of rabbits. “They taste like chicken, though a bit hoppy, like people say about some beers.” I’ve had rabbit in a can, and it wasn’t all that great. It was kind of icky, really.
Nothing, of course, will be done about this, though I’m sure there will be a lot of complaining. This is in the front yard, by the way.
We’ll continue to feed the birds, according to the guy I live with, who likes birds a lot, even though it costs money and everything gets eaten up.
I’m not sure if this is what he means, but earlier it got really quiet out in back, and so we knew what was happening. You probably can’t see it here.Maybe now, though. I guess this is a kind of bird-feeding.
All of a sudden the wind came up, and it was really warm, and all this melting is happening. It’s about 55 degrees (12.7C) right now, at 1:30 in the afternoon. The back yard is full of birds again, so the hawk must gave gone somewhere else. The patio is extremely drippy and slushy.
Until next time, then.