I thought last week was busy, this week I've barely made it home from work before dark. Not that I haven't tried, but it seems that the two days I could go home before dark fate works against me one way or the other such that I don't get to do anything around the house.
I'm still driving around with 80 lbs of birdseed in the back of my truck. And oddly enough, if I make it home before the chickens roost for the night, they spend a fair amount of time patrolling the edge of my truck bed. Are they hunting for an opportunity (or started hole in the bags) to access the yummy sunflower seeds? They certainly are doing a good job of changing my red truck and black bed liner to a more mottled color but the birdseed bags are still in tact (for now).
I do feel sorry for the other birdies. After all, I haven't been home long enough to refill feeders. On the other hand maybe it should teach them to rate their intake a little better.
But that would work off the assumption that songbirds are capable of higher level reasoning.
OK, this post is starting to get too cerebral for this time of night.
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