Category: yardlust
‘She’s got a system made of metal and magnet bits inside a brain’
I had a moment with a robin today. Might be the same one who always pops up when I’m outside in the yard. Saraclark says he’s waiting for me to move branches and leaves and uncover worms for him to eat. So I guess I’m being used. But it’s still pretty interesting to be minding your own business and then turn around to see a bird two feet from you, watching your every move. I…
In which your narrator solves the case of the traveling bird feeder
Upon arriving home from work tonight, I stepped into my kitchen and, as I do most nights, flicked on the back porch light to give the back yard a good once-over for burglars and rapists (you call it paranoid, I’ll call it being extra vigilant). My eyes scanned the yard and I noticed immediately that my bird feeder was AWOL. A-motherfucking-gain! And then I looked directly below where it usually hangs, and saw THE MOST…
A chipmunk movie mercifully not starring Jason Lee
I spotted a chipmunk in my yard last week. A lone adorable chipmunk. I named him Hans. I don’t care what his parents call him. Today I peeked out the bathroom window to scowl at the bird fights and noticed Hans in a pot of pansies, head down in the dirt, munching on something. Naturally, because I act like I am on safari all the damn time, I had to film him to prove he’s…
The curious case of the traveling bird feeder
A week ago, I hung this nifty squirrel-smart bird feeder from an existing hook on the eave of my shed out back. It hangs from just a basic coated wire loop connected to each side of the lid, which lifts for refills. The feeder is fairly heavy on its own; the perches are all thick metal, as is the base and lid. Add seed to the inside and it’s got some decent heft to it.…
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