Adventure #12 -- Tuppence a Bag

Mary Poppins is one of my favorite movies. I rarely watch it, but frequently think of it. There are just so many great things about it-- the music, the actors, the crazy old man who sets off his canon throughout the day, sister suffragettes, jumping into a chalk drawing and going on a fox hunt, the sweet, darling penguins, tea party on the ceiling, England, the "fidelity fiduciary bank"... (probably why I wanted to be a banker when I was a kid...yeah, I was weird)...

Anyway, point being, I have developed this urge to feed the birds. In my yard.

When we lived in Sewanee, we didn't have a backyard. We had the woods. Three feet from our backdoor was where the woods started. Needless so say, we had lots and lots of birds. If you sat still and paid attention for a few seconds, you could hear them chirping (and feathering their nest, with very little time to rest, while gathering their bits of twine and twig!-- Seriously, Mary Poppins, such good music). It was nice.

This morning the damned cats woke me up early. So I retreated to the guest room to shut them up/ play with them and noticed I could hear the birds. I like that and I want it to keep happening. So, as of today, I think I may become a crazy bird lady (like my mother) in addition to being a crazy cat lady. Our yard is already pretty bird friendly, so I think it shouldn't be too difficult to make it even better. We just need to keep the bastard squirrels from eating everything. So.

I got the squirrel deterrent:

"Does it say anything about leaving piles
of squirrel diarrhea in your yard?" -JJ
I married well, y'all. 

And the feeder:

Squirrel Slayer 3000 (not really)

We're going to put it up on the back deck and feed the birds. I really want some cedar waxwings to come visit, but I think they mostly eat berries.

Like their wings are dipped in red wax. Apparently
they've been at the Makers Mark, the little lushes.