16 February 2014

Snow Day & Emergency Bird Rations

We've had a snowstorm.  I'm sure you've heard.  It was so bad, even Wal-Mart closed.  For two whole days. 

As I get older, I realize that more and more I feel that there is no use whatsoever for snow that has already fallen.  If it is currently snowing, I'll happily sit in a chair by the window and simply watch all day long, and of course, it's all the prettier as it falls if there's a big pile of snow covering the ground for it to fall on.  But after it stops?  No.  Just no.

Anyway, another factor in the snowfall was that my willow tree was practically taking flight from all the birds resting in it.  And on the ground around it.  And on the feeder by the shed.  We ran out of seed the afternoon of the third day, which, obviously, was the worst day of the storm.  So we pulled out emergency rations: pork rinds and bacon fat.
Traditionally, stale bread crumbs are what you feed to birds, but they aren't really that great, and they can actually cause harm because they don't pack all that much energy and can expand when wet and rupture the small stomachs of birds.  Pork rinds don't shrink when stale, and don't expand when wet, they just dissolve, crumpled up into the makeshift suet of bacon fat, they at least saw us through the afternoon... until the wind blew them out of the feeder tray onto the ground, where Cutty insisted that they were his.  Here's Cutty.  He loves snow.  Silly muffin.  I'll never understand it; he hates rain and rainwater.  He'll slip his collar sooner than walk through a puddle, and yet he'll prance like a drunken penguin through a snow bank.

07 February 2014

iPhoto of the week: Lucky Cat Bowl

I'm interested in the ability my iPhone gives me to take artsy pictures with my phone camera alone.  In keeping my Ravelry handspun page updated, I've discovered a talent (I think) for taking "portraits" of my yarn.  I'll be sharing those in the future, but since I've had a terrible, terrible cold with attendant low-grade fever for the past week, I thought I'd share this snap of my favorite lucky cat bowl filled with comfort soup... Well, just Cambell's, really. 

Between that and starting my new Alter-Ego to protect my secret identity (read: job), I'm pretty well dragged through the gutter.  I'll probably be intarweb-silent until this time next week. 

Stay well, don't get sick.  Be Imaginary. 

01 February 2014

Gardener's New Year

The ground is still frozen.  Snow fell on Tuesday and lingered on the ground through Thursday.  The temperature was in the fifties today, but stayed in the low thirties in the preceding days.  It gets dark too early and light too late.  And the ground is sill frozen. 

But I'm celebrating my garden's new year, with a nifty new seed starting idea I picked up off Pinterest.  (Where else?)  It's also the Pagan spring festival of Imbolc, but I'll talk about that another time. 

I've been saving up egg shells and paper cartons over the past few months (the best method I've worked out is to crush the top of the egg and gently pick away the broken bits of shell and then wash out the interior), and now I'll get to see how this works.  I planted green onions, chives, and garlic chives from seeds, and I'm trying out a few of the bulbs I picked up from Walmart's garden section the other day.  That idea doesn't seem to have been a good one, though, because I overestimated the room in the egg shell.  I also got some garlic bulbs, but I think I'll wait to direct sow those and the rest of the onions. 

The lid of the egg carton will also be used; I think I'll scatter-sow lettuce and spinach and a mesclun seed mix I have left over from last year in that side and either use them as micro-greens or transplant the whole container outside.  I shall track this experiment and report back presently. 

As they say, watch this space.