Would that everyone had such simple problems as I.
In the past week I've tried my best to thwart a robin's plans to build a nest in my garage. The amount of robin poo splattered on my poor car was atrocious! But she insisted and rebuilt every time I tore down her nest. Her commitment to the site was stronger than my will to dispute. She won the argument and I'll simply park my car elsewhere.
The tulip bulbs I planted last Fall came up but will not produce the pink blooms I'd hoped for. A rabbit ate the shoots off to the ground. If the bulbs survive, I'll protect the plants with chicken wire next Spring. As I said, my problems are trivial.
This weekend a motorcyle protest calling themselves "Rolling Thunder Ottawa" is planned. Only months ago, our city was beseiged by a trucking protest called "Freedom Convoy" which got quite out of hand. Mayor Watson issued the following message for anyone planning to take part in the upcoming demonstration.
"Why waste all that money on gas, which is really expensive, to come here to drive around a couple of streets yelling 'Freedom’? Send the money to the Red Cross to help the real freedom fighters in Ukraine that are seeing their loved ones tortured and brutally killed. That, to my way of thinking, is a better way for these people to come and celebrate freedom, help the people of Ukraine when they need their freedom back."
My thoughts exactly, Major Watson! Well said.
Winter is in the rear view mirror and once again I accomplished none of the projects I'd planned. My closets, cupboards and workshop remain unorganised. YouTube, my piano and comfortable old couch prevailed again! (sigh)
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| Mrs. Poos-A-Lot scarfs down yet another earthworm. |
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| Her nest above my parking spot on a ledge put up for barn swallows. |
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| This tree swallow couple have rented cottage number 2. |
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| A Yellow-Shafted Flicker probes the lawn for ants. |
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| This turkey vulture took advantage of food scraps I meant for ravens. |
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| Smiley crocus faces in my lawn. |
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| My hoya houseplant is at it's fragrant best now. |
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| Hey there! Did you eat my tulips?!?! |
