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thanate(...and this little piggy went to Rome. This little piggy walked to Compostela, and this little piggy walked the wall, and this little piggy was horribly offended to be served gammon at the bed and breakfast.)
There was also the chocolate/peanut-butter muffin fiasco which ended with several horribly offended piggies, and the one that started with a headachey piggy and ended with "...and this little piggy had to pee in the rosebushes because the bathroom was occupied [with the first piggy being sick], and this little piggy said 'Why did you have to pee in my rosebushes??' and this little piggy said 'Wee! Wee! Wee!' quite appropriately considering the situation." Several piggies in the middle somewhere went to the discothec, which was probably wise of them. I don't know that the Megatherium really appreciates the wiggling of toes much yet, but that's ok; it's mostly just an excuse to use more words at her in ways that keep us both entertained.
The crazy June of the Spring Rains weather has made everything but the doomed oak very happy; the elderberry (which is supposed to want wet meadowy conditions and has been languishing at knee high for years) is pushing eight feet out of its supposed "may reach six feet tall" and is taking over the stake with the bird feeder on it. The birds are delighted by this, of course, as a protected feeder is better than getting picked off by hawks. (Not that I've seen the hawks bothering to stalk my feeders; they do show up in the oak occasionally, and there was the one morning where I caught one sitting on the neighbors' ridge line.) I intercepted the stupid house sparrows before they'd managed to lay more than one egg of a *third* brood in the birdhouse by getting grauwulf to take that down-- I shall try bit with attaching fluttery ribbons above it when I get to it, which worked very nicely on the feeder until the elderberry overgrew the ribbons, so now the sparrows are back. But I've also seen one each of a chickadee and a tufted titmouse at the feeder while they were still so young they hadn't fully come into their adult colors yet. And the neighbors fledged robins, there's at least one hummingbird in the neighborhood who's been visiting the monarda, *and* I think we're up to two nests of house wrens in the other birdhouses I put up, one of which is a birdhouse gourd in the arbor right outside the living room window. So that may be fun.
Inside, the carrion flower I acquired as a cutting that fell off someone else's cutting looks like it's considering blooming. I'm not sure how I feel about this, actually; I mean, I'm glad it's happy, but it may have to go into exile for a while if it actually smells like carrion.
This baby is trying to nap, only she keeps distracting herself and opening her eyes again. Silly creature. Perhaps I should stop typing, as that doesn't seem to be helping.
There was also the chocolate/peanut-butter muffin fiasco which ended with several horribly offended piggies, and the one that started with a headachey piggy and ended with "...and this little piggy had to pee in the rosebushes because the bathroom was occupied [with the first piggy being sick], and this little piggy said 'Why did you have to pee in my rosebushes??' and this little piggy said 'Wee! Wee! Wee!' quite appropriately considering the situation." Several piggies in the middle somewhere went to the discothec, which was probably wise of them. I don't know that the Megatherium really appreciates the wiggling of toes much yet, but that's ok; it's mostly just an excuse to use more words at her in ways that keep us both entertained.
The crazy June of the Spring Rains weather has made everything but the doomed oak very happy; the elderberry (which is supposed to want wet meadowy conditions and has been languishing at knee high for years) is pushing eight feet out of its supposed "may reach six feet tall" and is taking over the stake with the bird feeder on it. The birds are delighted by this, of course, as a protected feeder is better than getting picked off by hawks. (Not that I've seen the hawks bothering to stalk my feeders; they do show up in the oak occasionally, and there was the one morning where I caught one sitting on the neighbors' ridge line.) I intercepted the stupid house sparrows before they'd managed to lay more than one egg of a *third* brood in the birdhouse by getting grauwulf to take that down-- I shall try bit with attaching fluttery ribbons above it when I get to it, which worked very nicely on the feeder until the elderberry overgrew the ribbons, so now the sparrows are back. But I've also seen one each of a chickadee and a tufted titmouse at the feeder while they were still so young they hadn't fully come into their adult colors yet. And the neighbors fledged robins, there's at least one hummingbird in the neighborhood who's been visiting the monarda, *and* I think we're up to two nests of house wrens in the other birdhouses I put up, one of which is a birdhouse gourd in the arbor right outside the living room window. So that may be fun.
Inside, the carrion flower I acquired as a cutting that fell off someone else's cutting looks like it's considering blooming. I'm not sure how I feel about this, actually; I mean, I'm glad it's happy, but it may have to go into exile for a while if it actually smells like carrion.
This baby is trying to nap, only she keeps distracting herself and opening her eyes again. Silly creature. Perhaps I should stop typing, as that doesn't seem to be helping.