Ever since Noby left, I've been having to play games by myself.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Most of you have probably heard this already, but I thought it was interesting. The Smothers Brothers announced today that they're actually not brothers at all. They've just been calling each other that for years, when -- in fact -- they've been gay partners together all along. It makes sense if you think about it, even the over-emphasis they always placed on the "brother" thing: "my brother, Tommy," etc. I'm proud of them--for coming out and for carrying on the ruse for so long. I always thought they were really funny. Now I know they're really funny.
Posted by Rusty Spell at 10:39 PM
Friday, July 06, 2007
A: Bird Feeders
We have three, and we hung them on curvy poles that stick in the ground, right where the trees were. Two long feeders with seed for "wild birds." And one with a suet cake for woodpeckers. We like the phrase suet cake. Behold the feeders!
Our bird feeders bring all the birds to the yard. We could teach you, but we'd have to charge. Some that we like to call the little sparrows crowd the place up. We'll have to get my sister-in-law, an ornithologist, to identify them for us.
This little sparrow has a seed in his mouth.
They also like to line up on the fence.
They put on a good nature documentary. They fight!
This big brown pigeon-like one has his bird eyes on you.
We're back at the window, watching.
The bird is the word, GLORY!bloggers!
Posted by Carrie at 12:38 AM