Birds
As I sat here typing my last blog, I glanced out the window and saw a goldfinch and bluebird sitting not three feet from each other on the power line, and a cardinal in the birdbath. Quite a colorful afternoon. Alas, I'm not skilled enough to get photos of the birdies yet, although I've begun saving my pennies for a fancy new camera, and potentially some kind of fancy zoom lens so that I can do better in the future. Camera recommendations welcome.
Bears
Old Man Neighbor was firing guns at 6:45 yesterday morning, EEK! He told me over the fence later in the day that he was scaring a bear out of his backyard. Which yard happens to be right next to my backyard. Which means if I hadn't still been in my comfy bed peacefully snoozing away my last few minutes before the Girl wakes up around 7:00, I possibly could have seen the bear next to my backyard and equally possibly could have pooped myself. He claims it is a 400 pound boar and that if it keeps coming back the DNR said they'd come trap and haul it away (to surprise other folks in their backyards, I guess).
A few years ago he was telling us about a bear that kept knocking down his bird feeders and said he was going to put up a trail camera to get some pics. Since then I've always wanted to get some bear costumes, our lawn chairs, and a couple of beers and park ourselves over in his yard for a while one night just to mess with him. Tee hee.
As I sat here typing my last blog, I glanced out the window and saw a goldfinch and bluebird sitting not three feet from each other on the power line, and a cardinal in the birdbath. Quite a colorful afternoon. Alas, I'm not skilled enough to get photos of the birdies yet, although I've begun saving my pennies for a fancy new camera, and potentially some kind of fancy zoom lens so that I can do better in the future. Camera recommendations welcome.
Bears
Old Man Neighbor was firing guns at 6:45 yesterday morning, EEK! He told me over the fence later in the day that he was scaring a bear out of his backyard. Which yard happens to be right next to my backyard. Which means if I hadn't still been in my comfy bed peacefully snoozing away my last few minutes before the Girl wakes up around 7:00, I possibly could have seen the bear next to my backyard and equally possibly could have pooped myself. He claims it is a 400 pound boar and that if it keeps coming back the DNR said they'd come trap and haul it away (to surprise other folks in their backyards, I guess).
A few years ago he was telling us about a bear that kept knocking down his bird feeders and said he was going to put up a trail camera to get some pics. Since then I've always wanted to get some bear costumes, our lawn chairs, and a couple of beers and park ourselves over in his yard for a while one night just to mess with him. Tee hee.
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