I cannot think of a clever title

Ah, the day before Thanksgiving. The organic, free range, kissed when killed bird will be roasted at Possum Manor West this year. It will be a small gathering, and I am sure everyone will have something to be thankful for, except the bird (did I mention it was organic, free range, and kissed when killed?) I still have this guilt thing with meat. I was a vegetarian for many years, but put on too much weight eating carbs. Now I do eat poultry, but only poultry that had a chance to enjoy life. Carrie says chickens are too dumb to know if they are happy or not, but I once saw a chicken ride a bicycle, so I am not so sure.

The other day it was really, really cold, and I sat in the hot tub with my camera. The bird feeders are nearby, and I thought the birds would forget I was there. For the most part they never forgot. A few came, and I got some interesting photos.

We switched back to the sunflower seed that are still in the shell. The shelled ones make much less of a mess, but it is impossible to find them at a good bulk rate. Interestingly, some of the birds stay and bang the seed against the perch to open it. Some grab one and fly away to break it in the trees.

How funny is this next picture. Poor, special bird….no wings. I will have to install special ramps for him to get to the seeds.

Here is proof of how cold it was. The time is off, and has been since Daylight Savings Time. I don’t bother to change some of the clocks, as they will be right again in six months. Does this DST serve any purpose anymore? What it did this time around is really mess up my sleep. I woke up at 4AM for weeks after the change.

Aside from making my skin so dry and itchy, the hot tub is the best investment we made….well, maybe the second bathroom was, but we really love the tub.

This has been a week of the cats bringing in dead and not so dead things. Boogie brought in something that was still moving. I cannot deal with it ever, so I knew Ann would be home in a few hours. I covered it; then weighted it down, not because I thought it was so strong it could knock over a metal waste basket, but because of Brando the Terrible who can smell food , though cement, a block away.

He kept guard until Ann came home. It was a little bird, and Ann took it outside, opened her hand, and it flew away. Heck, it is lucky I did not suffocate the little bugger.