But before I divulge it, here are some photos.
In addition to the outdoor plants I got yesterday, I also got a streptocarpus (also called Cape Primrose). Just because it's purple. From what I have read, it takes an idiot to kill one.
On the right is a poinsettia that I have not killed. That is a first. I bought it this past Christmas, and usually they are dead by New Year's. But this one is actually growing.
I also caught Trixie in mid-meow.
On the right is a poinsettia that I have not killed. That is a first. I bought it this past Christmas, and usually they are dead by New Year's. But this one is actually growing.
I also caught Trixie in mid-meow.
Good grief. This male house finch has one serious eye problem. Looks like avian conjunctivitis strikes again. His other eye is healthy and he seems quite healthy otherwise (he was bathing and flying around just fine) but I hate to see it. As I have posted before, the best thing, according to the experts, is to not treat birds with conjunctivitis. Even though antibiotics may work, there is the worry that resistant strains may develop.
I put some plants in the ground this evening, finally. The prairie consists of an area 15 feet by 30 feet of grass, cosmos, bayberry, black-eyed Susans and a variety of weeds. I placed wood planks from the Red Barn about 5 feet from the grass and planted all of my native stuff in between the planks. The plan is to have multiple layers of different things that either bear seeds for the birds or flowers for the butterflies and bees.
It looks a lot better than what you can see here. I will be sure to post pictures when they are bigger.
It looks a lot better than what you can see here. I will be sure to post pictures when they are bigger.
Isabelle was suitably impressed.
And now, some more TRES porn!
And now, some more TRES porn!
Isabelle wanted to know what the TRES were doing
(the birds weren't exactly locking the door and keeping it on the down-low).
So I took a deep breath and told her that they were mating, and that's how they make eggs. I waited for her to ask for more detail, but she was satisfied with that answer. Thank goodness.
(the birds weren't exactly locking the door and keeping it on the down-low).
So I took a deep breath and told her that they were mating, and that's how they make eggs. I waited for her to ask for more detail, but she was satisfied with that answer. Thank goodness.
Female tree swallow: "Hey, don't point that THING at ME!"
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Oh, yeah. I was going to explain the meaning of life.
Well, on the way back from Lake Erie, I was behind a beat-up station wagon driven by a true, red-blooded hippie. Along with various political stickers (Democrats) and earthy stickers (Tread Gently, that sort of thing) he also had this sticker:
( I didn't get a picture...was too busy reading street signs trying not to get lost)
"Life is too short.
Don't be a dick."
Now, can anyone argue with that?