Glorious change in weather

OMG! Walked outside early this morning and the "cool" front decided to stay. If it wasn't raining I would open the windows and turn off the a/c. But I can't do that. Open the windows.

I haven't seen the squirrel today. Perhaps I will see her later this afternoon if the rain has stopped. Her feeder is just outside my bedroom window so I can watch her when she comes. NO I don't spend my day standing at the window in order to see her. I write. So I am sitting at my desk and I look up when I hear her.

Grandson is here today. He spent the night. He is now 16 months old and is quite the adorable grandchild. I just love to sit and watch him.

All is right with the world this morning

Mrs. Barney has had her babies from the look of it. Glad that I am feeding her as this will help the babies be healthy. Yes, I know that squirrels are part of the rat family. I use to have a Flying Squirrel for a pet as a child. This squirrel pet, I named after some Disney movie of that time period. I can still recall the name. Funny, it originally was a name of a cat. Cats eat squirrels.

The picture is of a fountain, Gus Wortham Fountain in Houston. It is a large fountain and I have cropped this picture down. Each faucet looks like it is spraying wheels of water. Wes and I use to go there. We use to always make sure we had our wedding anniversary off from work. We would go out to eat lunch at a restaurant we had never been to then we would stop by the fountain and have our picture taken with the fountain.

We don't take off from work anymore on the day. It has just become just another day in the struggle to make ends meet and raise the kids. Now the girls are grown. Barb is married and living in Denver. Whit has a long-term boyfriend and they have a baby, our first grandchild and they live with us and neither one of them work. Morgan will go off to school, hopefully, if we can scrape the money together this fall.

No, this is not a doom and gloom session about the kids or about the empty nest. We will always have Whit (bipolar) and Cliff (ex-offender if he can keep out of trouble) and Jason (trying to provide him balance and stability of life). No, just talking about how we woke up today and so far it seems to be a normal one for us.

Ok, you can start laughing at me again

I suppose, all things considering, even after I purchased Mr. Barney and his wife, the pg Mrs. Barney, their own feeder I should have known that they would eat out of both feeders. Yes, I still hear you chuckling over that one.

However, I still didn't see this coming. The lovely cedar house in the pic is currently out of order. Not only have Mr and Mrs Barney gotten under the roof, they ate large portions of said roof. Ripped the cedar bark off one underneath side. The other roof line also has teeth marks on it. I did briefly consider the puppy having gotten ahold of it but that idea no longer appeal to me.

I found the house portion laying on the ground with the roof separated from the bottom by about 3 or 4 feet. In looking at the damage, the twine that was such a pretty braided piece had been eaten in two pieces just above the staples that had attached one side to the other. As seen in the pic above.

I guess I will get another bird feeder container. I will be more aspiring to find one that can not be eaten, if there is such a thing.

Mr. Barney

I thought I was being rather smart about squirrels. That I would be up one on Mr. Barney. You see, hear me chuckle, I thought that if I purchased Mr. Barney his own squirrel (I can hear you laughing already), house with food, he would naturally leave the bird feeder alone.

Ok, so I was wrong. You don't have to laugh that hard. It was a honest wrong way of thinking. Yes, Mr. Barney first ate out of the bird feeder then finished off the squirrel food as his breakfast snack.

You can stop laughing now.

Mr. Barney's Visit

Got Wes to hang the new bird feeder in the tree by the bedroom windows. Thought I would just sit in the computer all cozy with the ac on, look out the window and just enjoy the birds as they fly up to eat.

But I spoke too soon. The first and second day that the feeder was up, Mr. Barney moved from the back yard to the front yard. I often talk to him in the back yard and it seemed that he knew I was watching him on my bird feeder. How do I know this? Which way is he facing? Of course, the bed room window. Is he mocking me. Is he daring me to come out and run him off the feeder?

Well, he is not getting me out in the hot sweltering heat of a Texas May weather! Nay I say unto you. Not going to yank me out into the heat.