Max and birds

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.  I have a hummingbird feeder out in my yard.  The feeder is a good 30 feet from the kitchen window and I can see the little birds zipping here and there, but they are too far away to really see what they are doing.  So I decided to move the feeder next to the porch in order to get a better look at Nature’s helicopters.  Now, I know you have seen the ads for hummingbird feeders; they have a number of feeding sites and there are always three or four birds enjoying the sweet sugar nectar.  As in most advertisements there is a bit of an over-statement of the expected results, but my little humming birds seems to be out right anti-social.  One of them will come up to the feeder, and if another dares to enter the same air space, even though there is plenty of space and nectar to go around, the other one will immediately leave his feeding spot and charge toward the intruder.  This is not an isolated situation.  No matter which one arrives first, he is bound and determined to keep the nectar all to himself until which time he has completed his feeding.  They are fun to watch…the way they can hover in mid-air and zip around like they are on jetskis. With that being said it would certainly be more fun to see more than one at a time.


Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
        – Rose Kennedy

I was enjoying the second week of a two-week vacation the same way I had enjoyed the first week: by doing as little as possible. I ignored my wife’s not-so-subtle hints about completing certain jobs around the house, but I didn’t realize how much this bothered her until the clothes dryer refused to work, the iron shorted, and the sewing machine motor burned out in the middle of a seam. The final straw came when she plugged in the vacuum cleaner and nothing happened. She looked so stricken that I had to offer some consolation. “That’s okay, honey,” I said. “You still have me.” She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “Yes,” she wailed, “but you don’t work either!”

That is it for today.  As always be good, play safe and remember, when it storms sing like a canary or cower under the covers…whichever works best for you.  

JR and Max


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