It’s time for me to eat a
little crow—figuratively speaking, that is. I often get exasperated with these
huge black beasts and their never-ending quest to steal the little birds’ suet
but I must confess, their ingenuity and creativity make me smile.
I finally figured out a way
to keep the cakes in the basket by using twist ties to secure the locking mechanism
but I know the murder has their best engineers working on the problem. I may have won this battle, but the war wages
on . . .
One particularly forward
fellow, nicknamed Fred, has taken to perching on my fountain where he can play
in the water while watching me type away at this blog. It’s harder than heck to get a good photo
thru a screened window but today I got lucky and captured Fred in all his ebony
ebullience. Caw Caw Caw-ing away, I have no doubt he was feelin’ frisky and channeling his inner Bobby Darin.
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