May I humbly suggest grauple as a possible culprit?
31 December 2005
Severe Alert!
Mysterious stuff falling from the sky is indeed cause for alarm.
May I humbly suggest grauple as a possible culprit?
May I humbly suggest grauple as a possible culprit?
The Year in Review
The year started with Northern cardinal the first bird of 2005. Got second job. Attended writing workshop. Big snow. All melted. Big snow again. Shoveled with Mormons. The Steelers lost. Iraqis voted. Discovered blogging. Birded Grosse Ile. Went out with a guy who brought a book of logic puzzles on a date. Accidentally toured Plymouth trying to get home from Canton. Worst family visit ever. Heard “Stairway to Heaven” played on the harp at the Toledo Museum of Art. The Pope died. 82° in April! Then 3" of snow. Dyed my old black dress so the armpits are black again. Went to bat house workshop. Someone stole my garden faerie. Bought Ditty Bops CD. Spider in my tea. Neighbors’ car caught fire. Invited to join new writing group. Ran into new writing group members at Ann Arbor Book Festival. Early morning departure for Point Pelee spring camp-out. Bopped on head by bluejay nesting in the garage. Saw "Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill." Neighbor across the street took trumpet lessons. Radishes wouldn’t grow. The Pistons lost. Got DSL. Power outage. Dumped by logic-puzzle guy. Tried to get tan. Didn’t win the lottery. Cucumbers grew. Bought another Ditty Bops CD. Went to Grand Rapids for Petra exhibit. Met Aunt T. Dragged a canoe down the Huron River. Enrolled in college. Followed Hurricane Katrina news. Laughed at Tom Robbins. Made soft pretzels from scratch. Won my first Photoshop contest. Knitted one scarf on the train to Chicago and one on the way back. Swarmed by ladybugs. Crazy Jaguar-driving lady just about bashed me in a construction zone on the way to a Chinese restaurant. Very windy. Michigan lost. Uncovered a mouse hiding under the overturned bird feeder on the porch. Penn State won. Ate Thanksgiving dinner in the dining room. Visited the outskirts of Wooster, oHIo. Found out cat food is cheaper in Kalamazoo. Drank some Flemish ale. Managed two laps of the ice skating rink and only fell down once. Ate too many cookies. Nuthatch took peanuts from my hand. Looking forward to the first bird of 2006.
27 December 2005
Proof!
Those are my fingers sticking out of the window.
Santa brought me a digital camera, so I'm practicing with it and documenting nuthatch fearlessness along the way. See more at my Flickr page.
Santa brought me a digital camera, so I'm practicing with it and documenting nuthatch fearlessness along the way. See more at my Flickr page.
22 December 2005
11 December 2005
Who Writes These?
Actual headline in today's Ann Arbor News: "Impotence drugs don't reach predicted heights."
Hrm...
Hrm...
Happy Birthday, from Me to Me
Isn't this mini graphics tablet from Macally just the most darling little peripheral?
When I saw it online, I immediately coveted it. I was excited when it arrived yesterday, then went through a brief period of blind rage while trying to remove it from the impenetrable fortress of its packaging. We've since sorted out our differences and are settling into a more comfortable working relationship.
10 December 2005
Some Yankee Candle Scents You Won't Find This Holiday Season
- Baked Beans
- Cat Box
- Lowenbrau
- Gorgonzola
- Electrical Fire
05 December 2005
03 December 2005
Recycled Container is for the Birds
Late last fall, I bought some bay scallops from the market on the corner. They were delicious in a clear stock with carrots, celery, and leeks.
The plastic container displayed a 5, which meant I couldn’t put it in the recycling. So I nailed it to the wooden sill outside the bedroom window and filled it with birdseed. Sylvie and I were soon watching small winter birds eye-to-eye.
Last week a marauding squirrel, intent on the peanut mother lode, made a daring leap from the porch roof to the makeshift birdfeeder. I hardly believed my eyes when I saw it scrabbling for a paw-hold on the smooth plastic rim, half a second before it fell twelve feet to the earth, pulling the cup down with it.
Too bad the cat was asleep - she would have enjoyed that spectacle. I poked my head out the window to see if the audacious little rodent was okay. It sat up on its haunches, wiped its whiskers, and bounded off for the neighbor’s yard.
This morning I finally got around to tapping a new nail into the sill and reinstalling the container. Even though I continued to fill the other feeder - the expensive wooden one from Audubon - apparently many birds, including most of the tufted titmice, prefer the open cup. As soon as it was back in place, a flurry of feathered visitors dropped by. Air-traffic control was sorely needed as a chickadee and the red-breasted nuthatch narrowly, and noisily, avoided colliding mid-air. An enthusiastic white-breasted nuthatch overshot the landing strip and bounced off the window into the bowl.
At the bowl today: black-capped chickadee, tufted titmouse, red-breasted nuthatch, Carolina wren, white-breasted nuthatch, brave-hearted (aka dark-eyed) junco (never seen ‘em on the windowsill before), house finch, blue jay (teetering precariously).
On the feeder: downy woodpecker, white-breasted nuthatch, red-breasted nuthatch, black-capped chickadee, American goldfinch. Last year’s male red-bellied woodpecker has not yet made an appearance.
There was also a pair of cardinals on the ground, probably feeding on the spillage. The nuthatches in particular seem to throw a lot of seeds aside, almost as if they weigh them and only take the heaviest ones away to be hammered into hiding places beneath the walnut tree bark.
The plastic container displayed a 5, which meant I couldn’t put it in the recycling. So I nailed it to the wooden sill outside the bedroom window and filled it with birdseed. Sylvie and I were soon watching small winter birds eye-to-eye.
Last week a marauding squirrel, intent on the peanut mother lode, made a daring leap from the porch roof to the makeshift birdfeeder. I hardly believed my eyes when I saw it scrabbling for a paw-hold on the smooth plastic rim, half a second before it fell twelve feet to the earth, pulling the cup down with it.
Too bad the cat was asleep - she would have enjoyed that spectacle. I poked my head out the window to see if the audacious little rodent was okay. It sat up on its haunches, wiped its whiskers, and bounded off for the neighbor’s yard.
This morning I finally got around to tapping a new nail into the sill and reinstalling the container. Even though I continued to fill the other feeder - the expensive wooden one from Audubon - apparently many birds, including most of the tufted titmice, prefer the open cup. As soon as it was back in place, a flurry of feathered visitors dropped by. Air-traffic control was sorely needed as a chickadee and the red-breasted nuthatch narrowly, and noisily, avoided colliding mid-air. An enthusiastic white-breasted nuthatch overshot the landing strip and bounced off the window into the bowl.
At the bowl today: black-capped chickadee, tufted titmouse, red-breasted nuthatch, Carolina wren, white-breasted nuthatch, brave-hearted (aka dark-eyed) junco (never seen ‘em on the windowsill before), house finch, blue jay (teetering precariously).
On the feeder: downy woodpecker, white-breasted nuthatch, red-breasted nuthatch, black-capped chickadee, American goldfinch. Last year’s male red-bellied woodpecker has not yet made an appearance.
There was also a pair of cardinals on the ground, probably feeding on the spillage. The nuthatches in particular seem to throw a lot of seeds aside, almost as if they weigh them and only take the heaviest ones away to be hammered into hiding places beneath the walnut tree bark.
29 November 2005
Ayyyyyyy!
The Kimmijo, she does not remember the how or the when of coming across the shoe blog of the Manolo. All the Kimmijo knows is that the shoe blog of the Manolo is a bright and playful spot on the Internets where her data-entry weary eyes may rest.
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