MOVED THE BIRDFEED STATION TODAY AND ABOUT 17.3 MINUTES LATER………##!!!@%**!!!!!

It was the slow dripping sound of snow melting and a slightly brighter eastern horizon showing through our pine trees that peaked my interest  upon peering out a living room window early this morning.  At least the temperature was back up to at around the freezing mark.  On these bleak gray November days one has to grasp onto whatever tiny positive thing there is.  Maybe not everyone but for many folks like myself it's what we have to do.

SNOW COVERED PAVED ROADS ARE BARE AND DRY AGAIN

COUNTRY ROADS ARE STILL A MIXTURE OF SNOW AND ICE

THERE JUST MIGHT BE A LOGICAL REASON SO MUCH CORN HAS BEEN LEFT STANDING IN THE FIELDS AND YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT HERE AT FARMS IN TROUBLE

I WAS IN FOUR WHEEL DRIVE GOING UP SOME OF THESE ICY HILLS

I HAVE DRIVEN BY THIS SIGN MANY TIMES BUT I STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS OR MEANS

Coffee to go at Bayfield’s shopbike coffee roasters and I nearly tripped over myself to get inside before another couple because they looked like latte people for sure and I didn’t want to end up behind them standing there tapping my foot and looking at my watch.  One has to think about these things you know……..

IT WAS A HEAVY CLOUD COVER WE HAD AGAIN TODAY

A LONE CORN STOCK >>>

It was another short snort around Huron Counties countryside southeast of Bayfield.  It was a bit of a challenge to find any photos lurking in the drabness but find a few we did including a batch of cows.

With temperatures lurking in the low 30’s we headed home.  Without missing a beat I hauled out my wheelbarrow and shovel.  It was time to move the bird station again and especially while the ground is nice and soft for digging.  The project ate up about half and hour.  Rest of the day was the usual fare.  Reading, computer, TV, and a bit of my usual slouching. and grouching around.  Oh, and about 17.3 minutes after I had moved the bird feeding station to a new Squirrel proof location I looked up from my computer and there was a big fat black Squirrel sitting right on top of it again!!!!!!.  #!!!%*@!!!!##>>{+!!!!

NA-NA-NA-NA-NA- NAAAAAAAAAAA

REGARDLESS OF THE TIME OF YEAR I ALWAYS ENJOY BEING OUT IN THE PEACEFUL COUNTRYSIDE WITH MY BEST PAL PHEEBS

CRESTING A RISE I CAME UPON A LARGE HERD OF WILD TURKEYS

NO DOUBT ABOUT IT….ALL THE LEAVES ARE NOW OFFICIALLY OFF THE TREES

LOOKS LIKE A LOCAL FARMER HAS BEEN DOING SOME PLOWING IN THE SNOW

Over the years feeding birds I’ve noticed a pattern.  They seem to travel in groups.  The bird feeders can be vacant for awhile and all of a sudden a big rumbling herd of birds come flocking in filling the air with a whirring of winds and frenzied chatter.  Jays, Juncos, Sparrows, Nuthatches, Mourning Doves, and Cardinals.  And then ‘poof’ they can all be gone again.  I think they must make the rounds of everybody’s feeders here in the Park.

 

YOU DON’T SUPPOSE WINSTON CHURCHILL WAS REINCARNATED AS A BLACK CAP CHICKADEE DO YA??

  

Aunt Jean was out tearing up the turf again in Bradenton Florida Sunday but found herself a little stiff Monday morning before bouncing back by late afternoon.  For being over 90 she’s doing pretty good with all things considered.  She has been golfing for many, many, years.  I’ve been golfing with Aunt Jean both in Canada and Florida a few times but golf just never caught on with me.  Even bought a used set of clubs one time years ago I hardly ever used them.  Just one of those things I guess.  We all have our different reasons for doing things I suppose.

Today was Bayfield’s annual Christmas parade and Kelly’s oldest son Jason along with his wife Kim and son Reeve plus a number of friends had come to Bayfield for the parade.  Kelly was able to meet up with them this morning along the parade route.  Had been a couple years since Kelly had seen Jason.

GROANER’S CORNER:((  An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep on the couch. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back, resumed his position on the couch and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with four children -- he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?"

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A rather awkward freshman finally got up the nerve to ask a pretty junior for a dance at the homecoming. She gave him the once-over and said, "Sorry, I won't dance with a child.""Please forgive me," responded the underclassman. "I didn't realize you were pregnant."

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