SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - A FACE AT THE WINDOW

 

We had a visitor last week.

Camera Lady has a story. Many years ago in another house far, far away, she was thrilled to have her family visit her from the UK.  These were her parents and an aunt and uncle. They had a wonderful time! But, unknown to her, there were things being wondered about.

It may be different now in the UK, but I didn't grow up with screens. Maybe our British friends can tell us if this is still the case. They are used in the USA and screens are on all the windows and doors. It gets hot and humid in the summer months, and it keeps those pesky buzzing things out of the house, among other things, so that we can keep our doors open to let in the fresh air. I became grateful for them as mosquitoes made a beeline for me. Nothing worse than having a mosquito buzzing in your ear, and I would get a couple of dozen bites and itch like crazy. I still get bitten but not quite as much as I have learned how to deal with them for the most part. 

You can read all about screens at this link. I believe they are in Canada and Australia too, and a few other tropical places no doubt. But it took a long time for them to say anything, and only when there was an ah-ha moment when I took one off to clean. "Ohhhh!" said Mum. "We thought your windows were just awfully dirty." I was flabbergasted they didn't say anything until just before their holiday was almost over. I remember the wire-mesh 'tents' Mum put over the food to keep pests off when I lived at home. It's the same thing but on a smaller scale. Ah well! 

Another time on a visit, we used this butter spread instead of real butter, one I won't mention by name, but Dad finally said a week before they left, after watching an advertisement on television, and this quite seriously, shaking his head as he spoke, "I can believe it's not butter, it tastes bloody awful!" Well, proper butter was put on the shopping list and immediately bought, so that at least they could have real butter for the week they had left on their visit, and everyone was more than grateful. These memories come up now and again, and we often have a chuckle. My parents were such dears, never wanting to overstep or hurt feelings. 

One British friend I knew had bought silk plants for her house as she had what she called a toxic thumb, definitely not a green one. After one visit from her parents, she found that her Dad had been watering her silk plants their whole visit and only found this out when she went to dust them after they had left. I told her that was a lovely compliment to her because they must have looked very real. She said not really, her dad had very poor eyesight.

Getting back to our birdfeeder post, we had another visitor last week. He had a lovely bushy tail and the prettiest black front paws.

Oh stroppy one, the need to eat in you is strong!

It was 7.00 a.m. when he arrived, not long after we had put the bird seed out. Outfoxed again! We tapped firmly on the glass and he scurried down the steps, not to be seen again. The cat had also left earlier.

Yes, I am sure they are gone. We told them to beat a hasty retreat.

Yes, they're gone!

I am absolutely delighted!

Hey, begone little cat, my birdies are back! I already told them you had left. Yes, said the Cardinal lady, and repeated...

And that's how it's going on a Saturday Morning at the Bird feeder. 

Thanks for stopping by everyone and have a great weekend!