Showing posts with label Raccoons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Raccoons. Show all posts

Sunday, March 1, 2026

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE - SHORTER JOURNAL THIS WEEK

Weather forecast from yesterday February 28th to Sunday, March 8th, 2026. The weather is getting warmer.

From Sunday to Thursday I didn't write anything down. The weather was dreadful, icy wet snow overnight that fortunately didn't stick and rainy the other days. Our favorite walkabout places would have been a soggy mess. 


And talking about soggy messes...


someone put the yogurt right on the edge of the top shelf, and someone else opened the fridge door and let's just say, I won't do that again. What a mess! Gregg was a really good sport about it and insisted on cleaning up. I offered advice from afar, no, not really. 


Ah well, these things happen.


This old photo popped up yesterday and it caused a blast to the past conversation with hubby, chatting about each of them. We were all good friends. This is before he and I met and was taken 53 years ago. (They are the ones I went off to Austria for skiing holidays. We saved all year for those vacations and they were cheap back in those days. The hotel was great and had its own all night dance floor with a live band, and a coffee bar. So, we used to dance all night and then roll into the coffee bar without even having to go outside, from après-ski to expresso, a couple of hours sleep and then it was off to the slopes for skiing lessons. Gosh, I wish I had that energy now.)

 I'm the girl top right at the back in the red and blue flowered shirt. I can't remember who took it. They chopped it off a bit at the top, but I was very happy to find this photo again. My hair always looked like I had ironed it flat but I hadn’t. I envied my friends with curlier hair. The giant hair rollers I used to endure as I slept in them, good grief they were painful. I eventually gave up on those and wore it long, flat as a poker and almost to my waist. Hippy days says I with a smile. Back then Gregg used to think yogurt was hippy food so there was already a connection, ha! We had a few laughs at our younger selves, and the stories we told each other later especially. He enjoys eating yogurt now.


Getting on about the week, we ate out a couple of times, always can remember going out to eat, nothing fancy but once to our Bahn Mi favorite for a meatball sub, which is a 40-minute drive away (good job it's not around the corner or we would be in trouble). We have one about every three months. I have mentioned them before on here. 

Friday, 2-27-26 at 7:45 p.m: the other to McDonalds today, a little closer to home and that's a once-a-week thing, unless it is to another fast-food stop, like the chicken place.

Son came over last Wednesday night as he had dropped our dear d-in-l off at work. The weather was iffy so he drove her. That was a nice surprise and an extra treat one evening. He had already been over for his usual morning the previous Sunday. 

Driving out of the neighborhood, we had paused a little longer at the stop sign as we thought one of these ladies was going to walk across. They didn't and continued shouting across to each other, so of course I got a photo op. They were walking their dogs and probably wanted to keep them apart.


Someone arrived this evening. I had fed the birds earlier and apart from a couple of doves that turned up in the early part of the evening, there has been silence at the bird feeder. Then about half an hour ago I heard a noise and lo and behold I looked outside and there was our little raccoon. They don't usually show up until late night time and haven't been around for a few months. This was my first sighting. The temperatures have risen and I guess this one was hungry. They, as everyone probably knows, are opportunists. 

Saturday, February 28th, 2026: we got a call from our son and d-in-l. After a busy morning in Annapolis (Maryland), they had brunch at a restaurant called Miss Shirley's Cafe and sent these photos of their meal. They enjoy sharing photos too, happy to say. If you are on Facebook, you can see photos from their menu at this link. Those drinks are Bloody Marys and look like a meal. I can see from back to front, an okra, orange slice followed by a section of lime, celery stick, a green olive, a wedge of a green tomato with two slices of bacon hanging over the rim! Heck, you could just order your cocktail and that would be your meal! However, bottom left is son’s Shrimp and Grits, and bottom right is our sweet d-in-l’s Coconut Crème Stuffed French Toast with strawberries. I have just decided where my birthday meal is going to be in a few months. My conversation with waiter, “Excuse me dear, all I need is a Bloody Mary, could you throw in a slice of sweet potato?” 

Gregg and I had chats with family overseas and here this week also.

That's about it for now. I'm looking forward to some sunny, warm-ish days soon.

Hope you've all had a great week out there, and I'll wish you a great one ahead. 






Sunday, June 30, 2024

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE - EXTRA POST FROM THE BIRD FEEDER - BIG BUNNY'S STORY

 I didn't want to take a whole week before telling about Big Bunny, so just for this week we are having two chatty posts.





Sophie Squirrel is thankful and Kissing Bunnies are glad they are made of metal.  


Froggies3 are trying to be comforting, well, except for the one on the right. They have experience of such things. A few months ago they re-enacted Humpty Dumpty’s Great Fall, and also had to be put together again. Well, not really, they were beyond repair and were replaced, but for the sake of the story  and to give Big Bunny comfort, their glue is still holding them together.  Camera Lady is keeping her fingers crossed she can do the same for Big Bunny.


Still not convinced this is the culprit.  She looks so innocent. We will reserve judgement.


 







Saturday, May 11, 2024

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - OH THOSE LITTLE SCALLYWAGS!

 





Camera Lady said the bang was when the Kissing Bunnies went flying off the bottom part of the bench. She saw they were missing when the scallywags were doing a twirl around the inside of the seed tray trying to find some seeds, but there was no way she was going to go outside to investigate. Happily, the Froggies3 were untouched! Well, she said the Kissing Bunnies would have to fend for themselves until daylight. Fortunately, and she thought this would be so, the bunnies were found upside down behind the big plant pot about two feet away from their original position. Those raccoons have muscles! No harm came to her bunnies, as she made sure that anything she buys now is made of metal. They can fly to the moon and they would be okay.









Camera Lady filled the seed tray this morning. Raccoons are safely asleep in their den.






Saturday, March 23, 2024

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT

Another bit of a saga!

because...

















Flashback to the previous night...
“Take in the birdseen?” Yes it is a typo!  Mrs. was so tired today. Back to the story! 



But the Froggies3 are safe. Woman with Camera, aka the Mrs., came downstairs to see what was going on. She saw baby turn up, then his mom stopped all her caterwauling. There was silence for the rest of the night, but Woman with Camera didn't get another wink of sleep from then on.  She, however, did remember to take the birdseen, I mean birdseed, in the next night and all the nights after that.

And so it goes on another Saturday morning at the birdfeeder.







Saturday, March 16, 2024

SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BIRD FEEDER - UH-OH, WHAT HAPPENED?

 After witnessing furry animals looking for food, some time later the Mister heard a loud bang outside. The furry ones had disappeared by the time he peered through the curtains.  He couldn't see anything amiss and went to bed...but the next morning...The Froggies3 could not wait to tell him (he understands froggy also).




The other birds listened with great sympathy.
The Carolina Wren thought it was probably an accident, that they couldn't have meant to cause such a catastrophe to Froggies3. The Black-capped Chickadee agreed...
and so did the visiting moth who joined in half-way through the conversation. He was trying to get into the house and though the Mrs. told him he was very welcome to stay on the screen, she didn't really want him taking up residence inside. So sorry, she said, but explained the weather was warmer now.
The Mourning Doves for all that they had such kind hearts...
were a little more skeptical, especially when they saw these mug shots. Naughty Boy definitely had the touch of the rascal in his countenance. Wannaby Naughty Boy at least looked a little remorseful.
Sparrow remained on the rail post, taking it all in but saying nothing.

Well, everyone deserves a second chance and besides, Froggy Fairy worked her magic.


and so they stayed and lived happily ever after, and the little furry rascals were forgiven by all.

And so it goes on a Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder.