A touch of pink

Mom and Pawpa went out to breakfast yesterday morning and the fat and fuzzy visitor dropped by while they were gone. Of course the feeder is on the ground once again and the birds have been making a racket about THAT all afternoon. Mom thinks it would be very nice if we could stick the feeder in THIS bush and maybe he wouldn't touch it. He probably wouldn't care though.

Scenic Sunday

Flowers Everywhere

Mykonos

NOW !!!

I wanna eat NOW!

C'mon Mom, feed me! I'm NOT full yet.

Thanks, Mom!

The babies can make a LOT of noise when they are clamoring for food. It took a while for this fat little baby to make it up to the rail from a baffle on the pole but he kept working at it until he got close to the food source.

You put your left foot in

You put your left foot out ....

You do the hoochy-coochy and
You shake it all about .....

*See Comments. Of course, JackDaddy is correct. (I knew I should have googled it.) It IS the "hokey pokey" not the "hoochy coochy" but the more senior I get, the more I get "senior moments" like that one. That's my story and I'm sticking to it..... THANKS TG

Fence Flowers

These flowers (not dandelions) were by the fence before Pawpa got a new lawnmower and mowed 'em down.

Skwerl Patrol

Skwerl Control!

Finally! He hung around just long enough for me to get him.
The squirrels got away.

Hard To Please

Last summer I was moaning that my hydrangea bush had NO flowers. This year, I have plenty of flowers.

Why is that I am now moaning because of the 4 hydrangea bushes I once had .. the one bush that survived bad winters and roofers gone wild .. is the one whose blooms I liked the least?

I ask myself, am I the kind of person who is "difficult" and hard to please? The kind of person who always wants what they don't have. My flowers ARE nice.

And yet .. and yet .. at night, when I sleep, I plan hydrangea heists in my dreams where I liberate the bush with the large blooms up the road in the vacant lot.

*roofers gone wild: My favorite plant was close to the back of the house, in a pot, waiting to be replanted after we moved from our old house. When we got a new roof, the roofers threw the old shingles off the roof to the ground. The peony survived the deluge. The hydrangea didn't.