As soon as I bring the bird feeder home, I want it on the window.
I wash the suction “cups” with soapy water, and then dry them thoroughly. I drag a finger down my forehead and across the bridge of my nose to pick up some oil from my skin. This I wipe onto the suction “cups.”
Oh, this is going to be so great! I’ll be able to watch the birds up close!
I press the feeder onto the back window of the Best Little Trailer.
I get the bag of mixed bird seed and pour it in. Okay, all set. An entire day passes without one visitor. Oh well, that’s not surprising, what with it being stuck on our window. The next day while I’m putting dishes away, two purple finches fly to the feeder!
Then Spike sticks his big ol’ face right up to the glass and, of course, the finches take off. That was a couple days ago and no bird has come to the feeder since. Apparently the word is out, “Hey, guys, stay away from that feeder. It’s a trap!”
I’m still glad I bought it. If Spike will keep his fat head away from it, I’m sure it’ll be a popular feeder and fun to watch.
Speaking of Spike . . .
He’s still on the job!
He has those heifers hoofing it out of here.
I think these bovines are hostile. Look at the white one. That’s not a stare. That’s a GLARE. And I don’t like the angle of the ears.
Do you realize, out of all the things you could be doing right now, you’re looking at heifer photos? Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad you’re reading my blog and everything, but really, HEIFER PHOTOS?
Okay, moving right along . . .
You know how clean, fresh morning air has you thinking. . . gee, it’s great to be alive? That’s the kind of mornings we have here.
I’m trying to find a camp as nice as this with the same perfect weather. It’s not easy.
No more long walks on the sandy lanes.
A few days ago this skinny guy reminds me to be careful. I don’t know if he’s dead or torpid. I don’t hang around to find out.
The “lawn” around our campsite (see first photo) allows me to have a pretty good view of the ground upon which I place my feet. This morning the air is so pure and the grass so green that I’m lured away from the campsite.
I’m perfectly happy wandering around studying the plants that are leafing out after so many warm days. Tiny violet, five-petaled flowers no bigger than a bee’s wing are sprinkled about.
Bridget and Spike watch me from our campsite.
They are so sweet. I sense their concern from afar. I bet they’re gonna’ talk about me later in the Canine Corner!
Canine Corner: “So It’s Come to This” by Bridget and Spike
“What’s she doing now, Bridge? I can’t see that far.”
“Well, it looks like she’s staring off into space. Maybe she’s looking at the mountains. . . for the hundredth time.”
“I don’t know, Bridge. I think RVSue’s gettin’ kinda weird lately. Know what I mean?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything, but I have to admit I’ve noticed it, too. She wanders around with a strange smile on her face. It’s like she’s in a trance.”
“Now what’s she doin’?”
“Oh dear. She’s picked a leaf and is staring at it like she’s never seen a leaf before. I’m getting worried, Spike.”
“Well, Bridge, we’re just gonna’ hafta keep an eye on her, that’s all. Watch her every minute. I tell ya one thing . . . She better not get so dreamy she forgets to lay out the kibble.”
“Spike! You’re unbelievable!”