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Apr. 28th, 2019 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nightdog_barksWent in the backyard yesterday to refill the feeders. I poured some more "critter crunch" (mix of sunflower seeds, corn, and unshelled peanuts) into the squirrel boat, then moved on to the sunflower seed feeders (for the birds). I happened to look up, and there, not four feet away from me on the fence, was a squirrel, watching me. "Well, hello there," I said. "I've already filled up your boat." He (?) was an adorable little guy, clearly curious about what I was doing. :D
Finished Ben Aaronovitch's The Furthest Station and loved it. At something like 118 pages, it was the perfect bite-sized Rivers of London novella -- a tight, lean story of ghosts on the Metropolitan Line, a possible (human) kidnapping, and a small but delightful sidetrack with a young river god. Two thumbs up, strong recommendation -- this was just great.
Now reading Henry Bester's The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod, which is exactly what it sounds like, with the year being part of 1926 and most of 1927. So far it's quite good -- a naturalist's dream. :D
Finished Ben Aaronovitch's The Furthest Station and loved it. At something like 118 pages, it was the perfect bite-sized Rivers of London novella -- a tight, lean story of ghosts on the Metropolitan Line, a possible (human) kidnapping, and a small but delightful sidetrack with a young river god. Two thumbs up, strong recommendation -- this was just great.
Now reading Henry Bester's The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod, which is exactly what it sounds like, with the year being part of 1926 and most of 1927. So far it's quite good -- a naturalist's dream. :D
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Date: 2019-04-28 08:05 pm (UTC)"Critter Crunch", hee!
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Date: 2019-04-28 08:49 pm (UTC)And omg yes. The squirrels have developed this habit of jumping onto the bird feeders when their boat is empty, and since the bird feeders are squirrel-proof, they SNAP shut with a distinct CLANG. And they'll do it three or four times A DAY until I refill the boat. It's like they're saying "HEY! LADY! SNAP! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE SNAP! AND FILL UP OUR SNAP! DAMN BOAT! LADY!" The little BANDITS.
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Date: 2019-04-28 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-04-28 09:04 pm (UTC);-D