*sigh*
Everything is but temporary.
Devotion, dedication, allegiance, solidarity,are all romantic notions. Unrealistic. Of pasts long gone. Perhaps teachers and such may find this useful.
Yes, contemptlation for whatever is causing the birds to leave!
No birds. At least I haven't seen dead ones, so that's a relief. Sort of. It still doesn't explain where they've gone. Have they become meta-avian due to some LHC malfunction and have invisibility ability? Moved out of state in some witness protection program for seeing something they shouldn't have? Had some rapid evolution into....what? Do they sense some major earthquake or volcanic eruption a-brewing? Aliens? Is it aliens? There used to be a very large murder of crows that would frequent the area, haven't seen ne'er a one. A pair of cardinals would visit every winter, haven't seen them. And my sparrows. Where are my sparrows? It saddens me. It's like a reversed Hitchcock movie. Maybe that's it, it's the gathering. They're plotting..... Hey, I'm one of them. At least nickname-wise. That should account for something. 'One of us! One of us!' All joking aside, I am sincerely concerned. about the lack of birds around.
I've mentioned it to others, and they've noticed it, too, so it's not just the area where I live. Surrounding areas as well. I didn't even see prints when it snowed and only the squirrel at the feeder. Makes me wonder. Conspiracy: If H.A.A.R.P. is testing the effects of some type of high frequency transmission. Maybe that is what's causing all the unrest in humans, too? *meanders off contemplating.....* Since groundhogs are in the same family as squirrels, I interviewed a local yesterday to get it's opinion on how long before spring arrives. (I used 'it', because felt it would be impolite to ask or, um, stare....)
First off, he told me his name was Rocky. I replied, 'Balboa?' He said no, that it's actually Rocket J. Squirrel, Rocky for short. I replied, 'Oh.' He rambled on about being what Crowley calls Dean in the television series 'Supernatural', 'Moose' (Bullwinkle) being Sam Winchester, 'Squirrel' (Rocky) being Dean, and continued on and on. I, being the polite sort, smiled and nodded. He (I am assuming by the name it's a he?) finally got back on topic. All he said concerning the weather is that Punxsutawney Phil and all the other woodchucks are overrated dullards that wouldn't know their arse from their hole in the ground....yes, another ramble that finally ended in he relies on the 'The Old Farmer's Almanac', stating it is much more accurate than those idiotic 'meteorillogical' humans (with a 'present company excluded', added), plus the pages make very good insulation for his leafy nest, once again a prolonged chattering about how humans are the scourge of the planet, along with interspersed personal apologies that he did not include me in any of it. He eventually thanked me for keeping the feeder filled and that he did not mind sharing with the birds. I was finally able to end conversation by handing him a cookie, which he immediately went off to bury, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was watching. No, Rocky, I have no intention of digging up the cookie later. So, there you have it. Unpredictable weather rodents. |
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October 2020
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