Someone is watching...

Dear Diary,

I throw seeds out on the ground mainly for the doves and blue jays but Gaylord can't resist.  I watched as Blue Boy paced back and forth on the porch, looking right and left...I could almost see his mind swirling.  What to do?  Stay here and let that furry blimp devour all my seeds or do I attack?  Decisions, decisions.

In the end they reached a compromise.  Gaylord moved closer to the porch and Blue Boy swooped in to pick up seeds at a safe distance.  All the while, Rudy was chattering madly at the seed bowls, like a little red cheerleader.  I wonder what team he was rooting for?  The Squirrels or the Jays?  Probably wished they would both leave so he could have it all to himself!


We have settled into a deep freeze.  The temperatures struggle to get out of the teens.  Matt came yesterday and used my new ice chipper to break things up on the driveway so I could get my car out safely.  I hope the annual January thaw comes soon!