I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done.
I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them.
I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC.
One of the problems with media these days is that the audience expects instant news and analysis. Extra points ($$$) if the headline is outrageous. The old adage "think before you speak" isn't honored, neither is fact-checking nor truth.
I knew about Ceasar, but was surprised to find out how far back that dates goes when it comes to disasters. It's no wonder Shakespeare went for that date
What's your favorite muffin? What do you do to be comfy? What's your favorite cherry dessert? And finally share a favorite pet story if you have one.
Don't have a favorite muffin. Tried a recipe for blueberry apple sauce muffins not long ago turned out delicious. Especially like cherry cheesecake. not often because of high calories.
My son had a large ginger cat as a pet. I was raising chickens for eggs. We had a hen house in the yard, I let the hens out to graze one day. In the evening at feeding time, I chased them all back into the henhouse. One refused to return to the safety of the henhouse for the night. No matter how I moved to put her into the house she outmaneuvered me. The cat sat watching my efforts, which went on for half an hour. I was standing still trying to figure out what to do when the cat marched over to the hen and calmly chased her into the henhouse. No matter which way she turned the big ginger tomcat was there to push her the right direction. I closed the door of the hen house. I thanked the cat.
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