TO BIRDSEED OR NOT TO BIRDSEED

 AN OCTOBER FARM LANE

Tuesday evening, not wanting to miss the end of another fine sunny day, I took a drive into Bayfield to have a look at the sunset over Lake Huron.  Skies were cloudless, so it was just a big orange ball sinking into the lake.  Snapped a few pics from Bayfield's Pioneer Park.  Took a wee drive around Bayfield and noticed both Rosie's Ice Cream Shoppe and the Woodland Drive-In were closed.  They might be open on the weekend, or they might both be closed for the season. 

 SAW THESE GALS PADDLING DOWN THE BAYFIELD RIVER AND DID YOU NOTICE THE DOGGY

RUNNING A LITTLE BEHIND, THESE TWO PALS ARE HURRYING TO GET LAUNCHED

'NEED A LITTLE HELP  WITH YOUR BALANCE MOM'

HEADING OUT AND NOBODY HAS EVEN GOT WET YET

 HURRYING DOWN RIVER TO CATCH UP WITH THE REST OF THE PADDLERS

 'STEADY AS SHE GOES CAPTAIN'

 ABOUT TEN MINUTES LATER, FROM ATOP THE BLUFFS AT PIONEER PARK I SPOTTED THE PADDLERS OUT ON LAKE HURON

 TUESDAY NIGHTS MOON AS SEEN FROM BAYFIELD'S PIONEER PARK

Woodsy messaged me this morning saying she heard people scraping their windshields after last night's heavy frost.  I looked out the window here but could see no signs of frost, but then again, living with a canopied forest overhead, it's not always easy to see what the weather is doing.  However, arriving at my country road walking spot later, I saw that the green Alfalfa field of two days ago was now brown.  Could it have been the overnight killer frost, or had the farmer sprayed the field with something?  I did see vehicle tracks in the large field. 

 THIS ONCE GREEN ALFALFA FIELD TURNED BROWN LITERALLY OVERNIGHT

I followed my walk with a drive along the Bannockburn Line, which cuts through a forest at its southern reaches.  How nice to see the blaze of Autumn's majestic colors along the way at this, my favorite time of year.

AN OCTOBER CREEK BED

AN AUTUMN FARM LANE

Another eavestrough cleaned out and more raking of pine needles and leaves on this fine sunny October day.  I'm trying to decide what to do about the birds this winter.  Since I switched to squirrel-proof birdseed last spring, it sure has solved my squirrel problem (and cost me a lot less money) but I also do not have nearly as many birds in the front yard, and I miss that.  If I go back to the birdseed mix that I've been using the last bunch of years, I'll soon have a ton of squirrels again.  This also brings me to the question of whether I should be out and about looking for corn spills again this year.  It's mainly the squirrels who eat the corn, but I think Blue Jays eat it too.  Since switching birdseed, I haven't seen a Blue Jay for months.  Or a lot of the other birds either.  So, I don't know.  To birdseed or not to birdseed, this is the question.  Decisions, decisions.   

 A RELAXING MORNING ON A NEIGHBORING FARM

A Blast From Our Past:: Following a Facebook lead, I stumbled across a post I wrote on September 19th, 2016.  In this post, I had included links to a number of ghost towns and other historical areas Kelly and I had explored in the Tombstone, Arizona area.  My memories begin towards the end of the post with the words, 'Desert USA'.  When I read my posts and see my accompanying photos from our RV travel days, many related memories spring forth in my mind, leaving me with a feeling of sadness.  And it is for that reason that I don't often read my old posts.  And this post is full of old memories for me.  Here's the link....A Look Back To Some Of Our Adventures In Southeastern Arizona  

 A FEW PHOTOS FROM AROUND TE SOUTH END OF OUR PARK THIS MORNING

Memories Music Box:: I'd Really Love To See You Tonight by England Dan and John Ford Coley.

 THE PARK'S POND THIS MORNING

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A woman goes to the local psychic in hopes of contacting her dearly departed grandmother. The psychic's eyelids begin fluttering, her voice begins warbling, her hands float up above the table, and she begins moaning. Eventually, a coherent voice emanates, saying, "Granddaughter? Are you there?" The customer, wide-eyed and on the edge of her seat, responds, "Grandmother? Is that you?" "Yes granddaughter, it's me." "It's really, really you, grandmother?", the woman repeats. "Yes, it's really me, granddaughter." The woman looks puzzled, "You're sure it's you, grandmother?" "Yes, granddaughter, I'm sure it's me." The woman pauses a moment, "Grandmother, I have just one question for you." "Anything, my child." "Grandmother, when did you learn to speak English?"

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- “What do dogs do after they finish obedience school? They get their masters.”

- What do you call someone who can't stick to their diet?  A desserter.

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An explorer walked into a clearing and was surprised to see a pigmy standing beside a huge dead elephant. "Did you kill that?" he asked. The pigmy answered: "Yes". "How could a little bloke like you kill something as huge as that?" "I killed it with my club" replied the pigmy. "That's amazing," said the explorer. "How big's your club?"

The pigmy replied: "There's about 150 of us"

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