I woke up this morning and didn’t know if it was Sunday or Monday. I finally settled on Saturday. Imagine my surprise when I got out of bed and looked at the calendar on the wall.
Our morning walk was so exhausting, Chess pulling the leash, hoping to meet the coyote he saw day before yesterday, that I had to take a nap. This little bucolic scene greeted me a little later on.
The dog, of course, was sound asleep.
He wasn’t even the least interested when a squirrel tried to walk into the kitchen the other day.
The back yard is overrun with wildlife. I suppose if I didn’t spend so much time taking naps, and spent more time patrolling the back yard, all the cages wouldn’t be necessary. I poked a squirrel stealing birdseed out of the feeder with a bamboo stake, just to show him I could poke him if I felt like it. He grabbed the end of the stake with his teeth and tried to pull it out of my hand.
The armored suet feeder. The cake of suet slides, sort of, into hardware cloth, which then slides, again sort of, into the suet cake holder. The clip holds everything together so that miscreants don’t steal the whole suet cake.
It’s supposed to attract birds. Like this one.
This, not so much.
the miserable gardener 