Excuse me...

Jamie, my son-in-law, loves to feed the birds, even more than Mr.K and I do.

He designed an amazing four station bird feeder...

We thought it was great!
On Christmas day when he came with this marvelous feeder for us,

and a shovel and a bag of cement...
and proceeded to install it...

We were over the moon excited.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since Mr. K and I love to watch the birds, we keep it well stocked...

 

That's usually not a problem, but now that spring is springing...

 

 

Every day, at least one of the feeders needs refilled.

 

We try to get to it first thing in the morning, but there are mornings when we get busy doing other things and put it off...

 

That's when we hear a knock at the French doors...

 

 

"Excuse me...the birds ate all the seeds!"

 

Sigh...

 

On a happier note, I got to hang out with this guy yesterday...

 

 

And now I'm headed across the hall...

 

My sewing machine is just begging for me to come and play!

 

Be nice to each other,

Talk to you soon!

 

 

 

Awwwwww, nuts!

Every morning, Mr. K throws a handful of peanuts out on the patio for his friends...

 

 

Those darn squirrels!

 

 

That green blob he's sitting on is a piece of glass from Franklin Glass Company,

 a local glass plant that closed in 1960.  The squirrels seem to love it!

 

 

This week we were able to put some of the patio furniture out.  The squirrels treat it like a jungle gym...

 

 

Or the place they wait for their treats!

 

Speaking of treats,

Look who came to spend the night with 'grammy and pappy' last night...

 

 

Winnie!

 

She thinks today is 'take your grand-dog to work' day...

So she went to work with pappy...

 

 

She loves to sit on the chair in Mr. K's office...

 

 

 

So she can keep track of the neighbors...

especially Clay Matthews, the boxer across the street...

 

 

Is that cute or what?

 

Oh...and I get to spend the afternoon with this guy...

 

 

 

How could you not be happy when you think of this?

 

~sigh~

 

 

 

Guard dog my foot!

Long story short...The house Mr K and I own once belonged to the late pastor of my church and his wife.  Most Sundays, Pastor Panther would regale us with tales of the invading hoard of squirrels in his neighborhood, complete with pictures. 
Week after week, we heard about their thievery, disrespect and gluttony. 
Everyone loved the stories.

 

Both Mr. K and I love to feed the birds.  At one point, Mr. K said to me, the squirrels are fun to watch, let's feed them too.

 

That was a dumb suggestion.  No need to feed the squirrels.  They are so brazen, they probably come in the house when we are asleep and drink our wine and eat our cheese and crackers.  Usually, Linda ignores them.  Not so the other day...

 

She noticed a squirrel out on the patio.  The squirrel was oblivious to the big dog looking out at him.

 

 

 

Suddenly, he looked up and came over to the French doors...

 

 

Linda started barking at him. 

He decided to peep in the window to see what was making all the noise...

 

 

It was a stare down. 

 

 

He put his little hands paws up on the window frame...

 

 

Linda barked again and turned and looked at me as though she was saying...

"Now do you believe Pastor Panther?"

 

She walked away...

 

And her little friend just kept looking for her...

 

 

 

I'm going to go and lock up the wine and cheese!

 

Love you!

Jan

Pssst...hey you...

If you get a message like this...

 

 

Take it seriously!

 

Mr. K and I love to feed the birds. 

 Instead of watching TV, we turn our chairs around and watch the activity at the bird feeders. 

 

Of course, we have other visitors...

 

 

And that was perfectly okay, for the most part...until Saturday morning...

 

When we found this...

 

 

 

 

And this...

 

 

We weren't sure what to do, but we knew for sure
that we weren't going to go out there and act like a nut...
Those squirrels are crazy!

Finally, Mr. K went to Lowes to buy a new feeder.
Now when I go, I turn on my artsy brain.  I look for something pretty, usually copper
or oiled bronze...

As usual, when Mr. K goes, he turns on his engineering brain.
He didn't do pretty, he didn't do copper, he did practical.

I'll show you next time I'm here...
 

Okay, I'm outta here...

Lots to do to get ready for the holidays!

I'm going back to my 'woman cave' for the rest of the day...

 

See you when I come out!

God bless you,

Love,

Jan

 

EDITED TO ADD....

 

Mr. K thought I should show you pictures of the new, improved bird feeder...

So I went downstairs to take pictures of it.

 

 

Um...maybe we should have stuck with pretty?