Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants and head for the beach.
I had to laugh. One stole my entire, brand-new, tightly wired down suet cage over Christmas, and I was too busy to notice until yesterday.
Ah, delightful. Admire your economy of words, as well as the humor. =)
Oh those rascally squirrels!
Ha! Those devils! You could give them three of their very own and they'd still bother whatever is left hanging (I know--I've tried it. Silly me.)
Haha! You need to get one of those suet baskets that have a circular cage around it. It keeps those Buggers OUT, and the little birds still get in....
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