THIS POST IS FOR THE ‘BIRDS’

FEMALE ROSE BREASTED GROSBEAK

Cold rains ended in the night leaving us with cool overcast skies.  But no matter Pheebs and I were out the door anyway.  We didn't get ourselves a big hike in but we did manage a shorter speed wobble walk east of Goderich.  Temperatures came up and skies began to clear by early afternoon and that was enough for me to haul out the hose and a bucket of soapy water to wash the Jeep.  Vacuumed and cleaned up the interior as well.  It was a job well overdue.  Pheebs and I will likely be out cruising some country roads Sunday morning getting it dirty all over again but that's Okay, it's all about where one places their priorities and so far our mobile morning outings are still a big number one priority for us guys.

MALE ROBIN

FEMALE CARDINAL

MOURNING DOVE AND A FEMALE ROSE BREASTED GROSBEAK

 

THE GROSBEAKS REALLY LIKE THIS PEANUT SUET

INDIGO BUNTING

A MALE ROBIN CONTEMPLATING A BATH

SPLISH SPLASH THERE HE GOES

How nice to have a pair of Cardinals, two pairs of Indigo Buntings, 3 pairs of Rose Breasted Grosbeaks, a pair of Mourning Doves, several pairs of Blue Jays and Black Cap Chicadees in our front yard these days.  The Rose Breasted Grosbeaks really like the ‘Peanut’ suet.  We sometimes have 4 different types of birds on our feeder station all at the same time.

GROANER’S CORNER:))  An old Indian lined up all of his 10 little Indian sons and stood in front of them.  He then asked, "Who push port-a-potty over cliff?"  Nobody answered him.  He then asked again, "Who push port-a-potty over cliff?"
Again nobody answered.  The old Indian said, "I tell story of Georgie and Georgie father. Georgie chop down cherry tree. Georgie tell truth, Big Georgie no punish." So the Indian asked again,
"Who push port-a-potty over cliff?"  To which the littlest Indian replied, "I push port-a-potty over cliff."  The old Indian then shakes and spanks him, for his punishment. When he is done, the little Indian asks, "Georgie tell truth, Georgie no get punish. I tell truth, I get punished. Why you punish, father?"  The old Indian replied, "Big Georgie not in cherry tree when it got chopped down!!!"

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Q: What do you call a dead atheist?

A: Someone all dressed up with nowhere to go!

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A man went to the Police Station wishing to speak with the burglar who had broken into his house the night before.  "You'll get your chance in court." said the Desk Sergeant.  "No, no no!" said the man. "I want to know how he got into the house without waking my wife. I've been trying to do that for years!"

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HAD TO CRANK ON SOME HEAT IN BOTH THE HOUSE AND JEEP TODAY

I didn't have to exactly jump into my woollies overnight but I did have to dress myself up reasonably warm before heading outside this morning.  Me and the furry kid weren't long in cranking up the Jeep's heater as temperatures hovered around the freezing mark but it wasn't long before Pheebs had her window down and her nose stuck out into the cold morning air. 

I LIKE THE WAY SOME FARMS HAVE THEIR LANEWAY ENTRANCES DONE

A COUPLE NEW BARN BLOCK QUILTS THIS MORNING

Rolling out the Park I pondered which way will we go and what will we do.  Headed east and ambled around a few country roads under temporary blue skies taking in the scenery and grabbing a few photos along the way.  A lot of farmers out working their fields.

SOON THOSE CURVY LINES OF BROWN WILL BE CURVY LINES OF GREEN

THIS FIELD IS EITHER PLANTED OR WAITING TO BE PLANTED

MAYBE FERTILIZING AND PLANTING AT THE SAME TIME

NOTICE THE ENTIRE BARN ROOF IS SOLAR PANELS

ARE THEY REAL OR ARE THEY LAWN ORNAMENTS??  HMMMMMMM:))

Knowing of a forest trail not far from Bayfield we parked the Jeep and off we went.  But we didn't get far.  Still a lot of water around and before long we encountered a muddy bog and that was as far as we could go.

THERE’S PHEEBS RIGHT UP THERE GETTING INTO ALL THE MUD

Luckily I knew of an adjoining grassy trail so we were able to get ourselves a walk in after all.  Bit of a wind in the open spaces so I was glad I had on my T-shirt, flannel shirt, photo vest, and nylon jacket.  We were home before noon.

LOTS OF INTERESTING SMELLS FOR PHEEBS ALONG THE GRASSY TRAIL

CAME ACROSS THIS GREAT STONE PIG RESTING ON SOME RAILWAY TIES

Still things to do outside around the house but cold air doesn't energize me much so after a half hours puttering I was inside taking advantage of and enjoying warmer air.  Stretching out in my comfy recliner I grabbed the TV remote and loaded myself up on a few history, music, and nature shows.  Sometimes that is just about as good as it gets.

AND BY GOLLY WE EVEN SAW US SOME COWS

It was just two days ago I had a big cooling fan blowing air on me here in the sunroom while working away on my blog.  Tonight I have the fireplace turned on to keep me warm and outside there is a cold rain falling.  In two days it is supposed to be 70 degrees.  Crazy stuff this weather.

MALE ROBIN

GROANER’S CORNER:((  Donald Trump, Albert Einstein and Pablo Picasso have all died.  Due to a glitch in the mundane/celestial time-space continuum, all three arrive at the Pearly Gates more or less simultaneously, even though their deaths have taken place decades apart.    The first to present himself to Saint Peter is Einstein. Saint Peter questions him. "You look like Einstein, but you have NO idea the lengths certain people will go to, to sneak into Heaven under false pretenses. Can you prove who you really are?"  Einstein ponders for a few seconds and asks, "Could I have a blackboard and some chalk?" Saint Peter complies with a snap of his fingers.  The blackboard and chalk instantly appear. Einstein proceeds to describe with arcane mathematics and symbols his special theory of relativity.  Saint Peter is suitably impressed. "You really *are* Einstein! Welcome to heaven!"  The next to arrive is Picasso. Once again Saint Peter asks for his credentials. Picasso doesn't hesitate. "Mind if I use that blackboard and chalk?" Saint Peter says, "Go ahead."  Picasso erases Einstein's scribbles and proceeds to sketch out a truly stunning mural. Bulls, satyrs, nude women: he captures their essences with but a few strokes of the chalk.  Saint Peter claps. "Surely you are the great artist you claim to be! Come on in!"  The last to arrive is Donald Trump.  Saint Peter scratches his head. "Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you prove yours?"  Trump looks bewildered, "Who in the hell are Einstein and Picasso?"  Saint Peter rolls his eyes and sighs, "Come on in, Donald."

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Q: How can you tell when a redneck has a wedding?

A: When there is tobacco spit on both sides of the truck.

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