|PHEEBS AND I DID MANAGE TO GET IN A BIT OF A WALK THIS MORNING|
When I saw the new birdfeeder on the ground with a squirrel sitting beside it vacuuming up all the spilled birdseed I knew right away it wasn't the feeder's fault. It was my fault for not using a heavier cord to hang the feeder with. The squirrel probably leaped from a tree branch onto the feeder and the sudden extra weight snapped what I suspect was an already weakened cord. Within minutes I was outside with my tall 12' step ladder and a length of heavy-duty speaker wire in my hand. I rehung and refilled the feeder and I was back in the house within 20 minutes. All is again temporarily well in the squirrel wars. But, tomorrow hasn't dawned yet.........
|AND HERE'S FROSTY THE SNOWMAN'S LITTLE SON FREDDY RIGHT HERE IN OUR VERY OWN PARK|
|THOSE BUILDINGS ON THE HORIZON ARE THE BASE FOR MERNER CONTRACTING|
|LOOK CLOSELY AND FIND THE SLEEPING SNOWFACE....ONLY THE TWO CLOSED EYES AND NOSE ARE RECOGNIZABLY VISIBLE|
Despite a cold breeze Pheebs and I did manage a short walk at our country road spot. Had it not been for the wind chill factor we could have gone further. I guess I shouldn't be using the term 'we' because unlike Pheebs with her toasty warm fur coat I'm the furless wimp.
|THERE'S A FARMER ON HIS TRACTOR WITH A PLOW ON BEHIND OUT THERE SOMEWHERE BUT I DID'T SEE HIM|
Our snow is slowly melting and with temps predicted to reach 40F over the next few days, it's looking a lot like a green Christmas coming up. That's okay with me but it's not so swell for kids and stuff up here in the northern latitudes.
|I LIKE THIS FARMHOUSES FRONT PORCH|
|THIS BENCH SITS NEAR THE FARM HOUSE PORCH|
A professor of chemistry wanted to teach his 5th-grade class a lesson about the evils of liquor, so he produced an experiment that involved a glass of water, a glass of whiskey, and two worms. "Now, class. Observe closely the worms," said the professor putting a worm first into the water. The worm in the water writhed about, happy as a worm in water could be. The second worm, he put into the whiskey. It writhed painfully, and quickly sank to the bottom, dead as a doornail. "Now, what lesson can we derive from this experiment?" the professor asked. Johnny, who naturally sits in back, raised his hand and wisely, responded, "Drink whiskey and you won't get worms."