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***There was just a bald eagle and a handler on The Colbert Report! Stephen! Ask ME next time!***

You know it's time to put out more suet when...

...a red-bellied woodpecker is hanging from one toe, trying to get a sunflower seed.
That's a position you don't often see a woodpecker in.

Here's a house finch saying, "Wha...?"


Here's same house finch saying, "Wha...?", but POOFIER.



Lorelei had a mystery fever today. She was NOT her usual sunshiny self.

Since our TV is still fried, I have to resort to playing DVDs on the laptop.
What a cute scene...my three kids snuggled on the couch.

I was taking random pictures in the house, and rather liked this one.
On the left is a picture of my parents on my wedding day (and this is the ONLY picture in existence of them kissing), and on the right is a picture of our Great Horned Owl (taken by the Fabulous Shila, aka Zick's buddy)

Don't let the cat out of the bag...er..box!

I put the garden hose on "Mist" yesterday for the hummingbirds. And they appreciated it. Did I get a picture of them appreciating it? Please.

I had a great presentation this afternoon. 150 Girl Scouts who were really into birds of prey.
And Elvis (our Barred Owl)
Stole. The. Show.
He was so...himself. He was named "Elvis" because he thinks he is the King. And barred owls have such a human look about them. Every time I would say something about his attitude, that head would swivel around and he would stare at me, cracking the audience up.
The lady who set up the program said that it was like he was a puppet on my hand, because it looked scripted the way he was interacting with me.
He is such an interesting bird. He is hard to catch in the mew sometimes (I have to wear him out and then sneak up behind him to grab his jesses) but once he is on the glove, he sits there like the royalty he thinks he is.


"My name is Elvis. Worship me and I may let you live."

To continue the goofiness from the other night:
(these are not original....)

Ever wonder what chairs would look like if our knees bent the other way?

From the brilliant comedic stylings of the the Boys of Monty Python:

"...I'm a kike, a Heebie, I'm a Red Sea pedestrian, Mom, and proud of it!"

"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"

"Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of silly persons!"

"Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed! "

“-She turned me into a newt!
-A newt?
-I got better...”

And a few from Dave Barry:
“Never under any circumstances take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night”

“It is a well-documented fact that guys will not ask for directions. This is a biological thing. This is why it takes several million sperm cells . . . to locate a female egg, despite the fact that the egg is, relative to them, the size of Wisconsin.”