Treasure

I am all the ages I've ever been.

~ Anne Lamont

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Down

I've been watching three male cardinals chase each other around for days. They come in chasing each other like they own the place. After a few rounds around the yard they all comply and seem to agree there is enough for all of them. They settle for dinner at the same feeder. It must be a tough decision for the  female who seems to wait for them to finish with their game before she settles in

Wet Web

The rivers and the creeks are up.  

The precipitation seems about as relentless as my cough.  

The woods are quiet - not even squirrels or chipmunks are out.  

A few days ago I googled where birds go when it rains... I had my suspicions but wanted to confirm.  Like us, they try to stay dry and warm, and like us, they reach a point where they just have to get out to survive.  Guess I'm going to have to get out and get bird seed they like if I want my friends to come back - if the sun ever shines again. (I am probably one of the few people still not minding the rain - please don't hate on me) 

A cool fact I didn't know is that birds have an oil on their feathers - it's not even enough to be a drop.  It repels water so their down doesn't get wet.  Birds are so cool.

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The beginning of a 365 day sit spot challenge.  

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