Have you ever noticed how dogs and old men are slaves to routines? Aside from our independent routines, me and Toy Poodle, Yodie share a daily backyard routine. In the morning, we sit on a cushioned bench in the nice warm early sunlight. I drink my coffee and Yodie keeps a critical eye out for rabbits, tree squirrels and chipmunks. Later in the mid-day, we opt for the swing, which is situated under the umbrella shade of a large Ash tree. I drink my cold refreshment and Yodie keeps a critical eye out for (you guessed) rabbits, tree squirrels and chipmunks. Yodie has never caught one of those critters but he sure the hell gives them a run for their money. On occasion, my wife and I return to the backyard during evening hours and sit near the pond to enjoy the onset of evening cicadas sounds mixing with the fountain-falling waters. Yodie? He sits nearby on heightened alert.
While Yodie keeps his critter vigil, I watch a variety of beautiful birds accepting our gifts a several feeders. I am particularly amused by the Hummingbirds loading up on nectar at three feeders and a endless choice of flowers, which were planted by my wife over our 19-Decatur years. I have a desire to list each flowering plant but that number reaches 29- different varieties; many of which, I don't care to spell check. Trust me when I tell you that it takes 17-minutes to water her plants. That must be done twice a week and when the heat and wind are factors longer moments of soaking are required.
Squirrels can play havoc with flower beds but I've solved the issue of these furry-tailed nut-seekers climbing poles to raid the bird feeders. All bird feeding poles are freely coated with cooking oil once a week. Now THAT produces quite a show!
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Smelling the Roses
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