Heh. You can change the project, but you can’t change the essential qualities of a yarn.
Lots of bird puns waiting for more over at Lene‘s Sept 21 post. I particularly like Karin‘s–I wish I’d thought of that!
Over here, there were some not-yet-swept-up sunflower hulls mixed with a few fallen seeds scattered around the base of the wooden pole this morning. I watched a gray squirrel go through all kinds of weird contortions trying to reach around cautiously, carefully to sniff out the good ones while trying really really hard not to appear to come near that dangerous thing. Pre-seed-ents had been set, after all.
Or pre-seed-dense, in its case. I watched it for awhile, much amused, when suddenly it completely lost its head and leaped. All that food up there!
Instantly the door flew open–caught!
Train them in the way they should go. It *knew*. I didn’t have to make a sound. It scrammed all the harder in its guilt, twitching its tail hard from the top of a tree, staring at me. Do not stop, do not pass go, do not collect 200 calories.
I’m suddenly remembering my kids growing up, when they didn’t get their way, wailing, “You’re MEAN!” And I would grin back at them, “Yup. Rean, motten and nasty too.”  How do you argue with a mom who’s chuckling and refusing to give in to pole-emics? They tried, but it was all bluster from there from them and they and I knew it.
Meantime, Michelle and I went off to Los Gatos for birdseed today (no hulls, that was a one-time hardware-store mistake), and a raptor–a large hawk or peregrine, I couldn’t quite make out–soared over us on the freeway as she drove. I wonder, do I just see them now? Did I miss out on so much for so long? I know the populations have been recovering the last few years…Â Wow. It was glorious, wide wings highlighted against the sunshine, riding on the breeze.
Fill that feeder!