how do they know?

birdfeeder-blog

If it weren’t already painfully obvious that watching the bird feeder is prime entertainment in my household, I guess it is now.  Seriously, though – does there exist some kind of bird/squirrel 6th sense involving newly-filled birdfeeders?  I imagine this being one in a series of drawings documenting a knock-down-drag-out over the contents of the feeder.  I’ll put my money on the crows.

an unforeseen benefit of having an attic bedroom


Snow day!  It hasn’t snowed here yet, but there are rumours floating around about snow nearby.  We got a couple of pretty good snows last year, but it’s been years since I’ve lived somewhere with really satisfying winters.  My husband’s newfangled snowshoes haven’t even been out to play since Kalamazoo (um… three cities and four years ago).  I can’t look at old school snowshoes like these ones without thinking about my old friend Tammy, who, while snowshoeing with our grade 4/5 class at a nearby nature centre, managed to break her thumb.  How the?  Snowshoeing accident… really?  Her cast was pretty sweet, though, and I was a little bit jealous of it.  I wonder if Tammy ever thinks about that fateful day in Eden Mills.  Facebook, here I come…