hen turkey pecking away
Photo by J. Harrington
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This year, unlike last, orioles have generally avoided our feeders, both nectar and grape jelly. Night visitors, most likely raccoons, have several times enjoyed both, so we started to bring them in at night, along with the sunflower seed feeders, to minimize attractions for any wandering bears. The feeders in question hang from metal rods attached to the railing of the second floor deck. Never-the-less, the nectar feeder has somehow caught the attention of large black ants, several of whom climbed through the feeding tubes, couldn't find their way out again, and drowned. I hope they died happy, surrounded by more food than they could ever wish for. I believe it was from my grandmother that I learned "if wishes were horses, beggars would ride." My wish right now is for a clever way to close today's posting so I'll wish that you read the poem below.
oriole at nectar feeder last year
Photo by J. Harrington
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Countermeasures
By Sara Miller
I wish I could keep my thoughts in orderand my ducks in a row.I wish I could keep my ducks in a thoughtor my thoughts in a duck.My point is that we all exist, wetly, in the hunt.The ducks are aware of thisin their own way, which is floating.The way of the mind is brevity.There may be other thoughts on other daysin the minds of other and better menand their constant companions, the women,but these same tidy capsules — never.This is just one of the thingsI noticed about my thoughtsas they passed easefully by.
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