So, I don’t know whether it’s better to write a blog entry when, really, nothing is happening worth talking about, and therefore annoying the adrenaline junkies amongst us; or to not so post, and distress the worriers.
Steve’s version of the Vile Cold turned to pneumonia, and he’s been taking prescribed meds and getting some rest. My version — decided to come back again, though not as drippy this time, and heavier on the coughing. The coon cats are still on the case. Work is going forth, albeit slowly. The people in charge of sorting out the possible professional engagement in October have reshuffled themselves one! more! time! so no news on that front, then.
We will be doing an interview with Tony Daniels of the Baen Free Radio Hour later this afternoon, which will no doubt be fun. Our plan is to change off hacking our heads off, so we’ll see how that works out.
If I am candid, I’d allow that, really, the biggest news right now, is the back yard. We have, like, six cardinals living in the back yard, a fair mess of chickadees and goldfinchen, a few morning doves, a nice married couple of grosbeak, purple finches, downy woodpecker, and his cousin, red-bellied woodpecker, house sparrows, and the ever-popular flying fish — aka, the ruby-throated hummingbird. We’re still feeding, so the action is up close and personal.
Especially thrilling has been the resident flyers’ discovery! of the birdbaths. Mind you, I put them out months ago, wipe down and refill them every day, but the discovery happened only this week. Now the things are littered with goldfinchen, and I’ve gone from thinking that putting out two saucers was too many to thinking that I might to install two more.
Down the bottom of the garden, the sea rose is going gangbusters. I had hoped this year to place another up nearer to the house, but that went the way of planting the butterfly garden — between the Incredibly Rainy Spring and Life. . .well, next year will have to do.
On the subject of other wildlife, we had a skunk scoping the place out for a few days a couple weeks ago, but she finally decided we wouldn’t do, and moved on, leaving us the grey squirrels and the woodchuck, and perhaps the fox, though I haven’t seen her this year.
So, there you are — a surfeit of excitement, to be sure. I hope I haven’t overwhelmed anyone’s capacity for thrills.
Here, have a picture of Trooper and Belle, overlooking the hummer bar.