We had this dwarf firebush. It’s a hummingbird attractor. We thought “Hey. Let’s hang the hummingbird feeder right over the hummingbird attractor and make it easy for them.” So we stuck a big shepherd’s hook in the ground and hung a feeder from it.
Well, we can’t convince the dwarf firebush that it’s a dwarf. We gave up trimming it down to keep it below the hummingbird feeder. Now we just keep it trimmed back around the feeder so the birds can still find it.
Left unsupervised, I spent a fair amount of last night refereeing a disagreement between the Frank’s Hot Sauce I had on my grilled wings, and the leftover vanilla buttercream frosting I found in the fridge afterwards.
We might not be able to resolve the fundamental differences between these two, but we’ll make every effort to keep them well separated tonight in hopes of a more peaceful sleep.
During the winter, we have to pay attention to the weather. A front comes through once or twice a week, and the weather is all over the place. It could be hot, cold, rainy, clear, windy, calm, and different every day.
During the summer, it’s different. One weather pattern locks in and nothing much changes for weeks at a time. It might be clear or cloudy, there might be a rain shower or two, but overall it just settles in on hot and the forecast looks like this.
I wonder why that is; why the weather is so variable in the winter and so stable in the summer.
Judy is off to Colorado for a visit with the girls.
Two suitcases. The little one for the quick trip to Colorado. One more in case she diverts to California instead of coming back home right away.
Judy landed in Denver at about the same time as Christie and the boys.
Yes. He has a name now.
We’ve already described the daily routine. Freddy lives in the fountain pond all day long.
In the evenings he gets out of the water and hangs out on the deck.
When the lights go out, he goes off to forage, and is back in his pond by morning.
But there is a new routine. After he gets out of the water, and before we turn out the lights, he sits outside the sliding glass door and looks inside for 20 minutes, before he goes off to eat.
Maybe he’s waiting for us to throw him some bugs or grubs?
