I've decided to try combining two of my favorite things. Things that do not include the bearded eye-roller (that'd be BJ. D- I've changed his title JUST FOR YOU!) since he's out of town. I'm blogging and sitting amongst my little slice of heaven:



I wish I had my camera at the moment, because as I sit here I've seen two goldfinches with the most beautiful shade of almost florescent yellow. Also, I've watched the little baby squirrels scurry up the water faucet so they could get into the bird bath for a drink. I'm sure my bird bath is known in the 'hood as the cleanest drinking hole for critters in these here parts. I clean it EVERY single day. Yup. My OCD doesn't just stick to routine house cleaning, dontcha know.

As I headed out to my bench, I heard some rustling going on inside the container where I keep all the bird seed and sunflower seeds. Sure enough, one of the squirrels was inside the container. So, since the bearded eye-roller wasn't here to torment, I decided to knock on the tin lid. I've never seen a squirrel run so fast.

Ahhhh yes... it's the little things...

I've also figured out that what I thought was a REALLY deranged cat is, instead, either a steller's jay or a crow (I've heard that both types of birds imitate all sorts of things). I've heard this AWFUL 'cat' sound for a couple of weeks now, but I've always been where I couldn't see where it was coming from. Today, I heard it coming from the top of a tree that I'd guess is about 40 feet high. That's no cat, it's just a bird imitating a cat. It sounds more like a "ba-wow" than a meow, but I've gotta give it props for such a good try.

It hasn't taken me long to decide that douglas squirrels, should they be human men, would be driving those big trucks with the huge tires. Maybe even wiith flames on the side of said monster truck. They seem to have a very serious case of short man syndrome. The douglas squirrels are less than half the size of the grey squirrels in my yard but they think they own the place. A grey squirrel better not even THINK about going toward the bird feeder, or else he'll get yelled at. Even *I* was yelled at by one of the little twerps when I went to put the sunflower seeds in the feeder. I told him to shut up and went about my business of feeding him. Yeah, I'm sure we both know who's boss.

Well, the wildlife is starting to die down so I'm going to head in the house for a little wildlife of my own. Since the bearded eye-roller is on a business trip- we all know what THAT means!

Vietnamese hot chili garlic sauce and reality TV!

Yeah- I'm wild, alright.