The Mourning Doves have a distinctive song. It sounds like the mournful cooing of a dove, hence the name. I remember hearing them a lot when I grew up around here. My drawing of the bird isn’t the greatest, so,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This was a comfortable day. The coolness of the season, casually going out to the gazebo to replenish the bird feeder, grabbing the second cup of coffee and with the furnace warmed family room (where my studio is) sitting in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
When I first saw the squirrels go after the bird feeder I was pissed. I hit the door to startle them and they jumped off. But they came back. I knew they’d come back. It’s a losing battle trying to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I placed the feeder on this side of the gazebo because it’s very visible from the double dutch doors that lead from the kitchen to to stone patio. I figure it’ll be like a live TV set for Linus &[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Yes, among other things, I’m talking about toilets again. As early as 2/7/2019 I talked about how I have four toilets in this house but how only three were working properly. The one in my main bathroom had a weird water tank,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
That nest is being build under the eave of my neighbors porch roof. My kitchen has these nice large french doors, with Pella windows, that open onto my stone paved courtyard and brings in a lot of light. Fortunately the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…