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As I write this, there is a great big Virginia black bear lounging on my deck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is 10 PM and we are at the end of a mild thunder storm.  I was sitting in the living room watching a weather program about surviving hurricanes when I heard sounds from the deck (right outside the window).

I turned on the outside light and there he is – Bruno!

He is, as I write this, ignoring the storm, but busily scratching himself and looking very content.

Bill went to check things out and said our bird feeder is now gone.  It was full of sunflower seeds.

That’s it for bird feeders!  If we survive, I will remove all feeders forever after!

Bill is spying on the bear now.  I wish I could take a picture but maybe the flash would agitate Bruno.

I am cowering in the back room wondering if we will survive the night.

To be continued.



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Our Wood Stove

I know winter is an excuse to stay inside by the fireside, but I keep thinking I need to tend to things around the home periphery.  Landscapes tend to expire this time of year in Virginia.

And there are outside chores you know.

There are two ornamental grasses that should be trimmed back for happy regrowth this spring.

The Canna Lilies have all died and I should tend to them too.

The deck needs sweeping and we need a new bird feeder.  A bear mangled the one we are using now so the seeds tend to jam up.

The garage is too cluttered for my peace of mind whilst parking.  I prefer pristine organization.   Bill doesn’t seem to care though.  Never has.

There are old evergreen bushes in the front yard that are brown.  Should I terminate them now or wait to see if they revive in spring?

Oh well.  The heck with it.

There is always my chair by the fireside.

I tend to migrate there.

This post is in response to Daily Prompt: Tend  

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I knew the bird feeder was hanging from a slightly loose screw.

No time to tighten or re-position it under the eaves because we were just returning from vacation and facing shopping, laundry, and re-connections with humans.  I filled it that morning and thought to adjust things later in the day.  At least the birds would have a first meal after weeks of missing me.

 But, in an hour or so when I returned the feeder was gone.  Well, it must have simply dropped from that loose screw onto the ground but it was nowhere to be found.

The Mystery of the Disappearing Feeder

There’s a thief here in Virginia

who stole my perfect feeder

depriving me of viewing pleasure

and the birds their welcome dinner.

A search below deck, round and round

– no feeder was in sight.

Who planned the cunning caper

and not even in the night?

Who was the canny critter with all that derring-do,

who took such great advantage of a little loose screw?

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What’s life in the country without bird feeders and bird houses?  Oh, we have them all right – sugar water stations for the hummers, sunflower and thistle seed feeders, and various avian hotels.  But, when I heard about the plight of the American Bluebirds (not finding enough places to raise their young), I bought three houses just for them.


Did you know there are rules about bluebird houses?   Like they need to be placed about 5 feet off the ground on a fence post or a tree overlooking a pasture, and facing south! Imagine?  What would happen to the little birdies if their houses faced north for Heaven’s sake?

And if you are lucky enough to acquire a bluebird couple as tenants, they might manage to have a family (very cute to watch), but then they kick the kids out, and abandon the nest.  They can return two or three times more in a season, but get this – they want a clean house.  They start over each time and it has to be from scratch!  Soooo –  As the landlord, you have to clean out the old nest to make room for the new.   No wonder bluebirds are having trouble finding homes!


Still, I followed all the rules to make the bluebirds happy and placed one of the houses on a tree at the edge of the woods, overlooking a wide stone driveway.  Somehow it worked.  We got a family of bluebirds.  They made babies and then left me with the cleaning up to do.   Their house was down a little, grassy slope.

Wait!  Don’t leave me yet.  The story gets better.  I promise!


It was just after a rainy morning when I decided to clear out the previous tenant’s nest.  I headed for the little slope, started down and that was a BIG MISTAKE!  Swisssssssh!  My feet went out from under me in the wet grass. Next thing I knew I was flat on my back with my ankle turned at an odd angle and obviously badly broken.   Uh Oh!

At this point I was calmly thinking, “I BROKE MY ANKLE FOR THOSE D——- LITTLE BLUEBIRDS IN ORDER TO GIVE THEM A CLEAN HOME!  *@$#!X&**$#!!!!!” 

My husband’s name is Bill.  I call him Billy.  So I started yelling, “B – I – L – L – YEEE !!!!!!!”  I knew I couldn’t get up and certainly couldn’t walk.  I was lying on the slope contemplating crawling home.

B – I – L – L – Y EEEEEEEEEE!   I knew he was in his little den inside the house and the window was open.  Why couldn’t he hear me?  After about 12 top-of-the-lung screams there he (finally) was.  “Where WERE you? “

And here is what he said, “I thought it was a cow mooing from across the pasture.”

He thought I was a cow?

Now I ask you, how does one mistake a woman’s cry for a cow’s bellow?

To his credit (or due to his odd visualization of size and weight) Billyeeee  then decided he would carry me into the house.  “Are you serious?” I asked.  “Better get a fork lift!”   So, instead he called 911 for an ambulance.  The paramedics came in short order, wrapped the ankle and carted me off to the ER and eventual surgery.

Obviously, I survived.  The bluebird house is still there, and if there are any interested families, they will have to clean it out themselves. This avian hotel maid has quit her job.

This is a country-life adventure I just had to share.

Do you believe I was mistaken for a COW when all I wanted to do was provide a clean home for a family of bluebirds?

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