November 6th, 2017

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Bluejay

Today I spotted a bluejay.  He was sitting on the altar on the wellcap in the south lot, holding seeds in his feet to peck them open.  Possibly he got some sunflower seeds from the birdfeeders.

I went out and filled the hopper feeder, metal tray feeder, and fly-through feeder.  I haven't seen many birds eating there yet, but they must be, because the seed is slowly disappearing.

It's cool and damp out, but no longer raining.  Big sycamore leaves have fallen everywhere, in shades of yellow and brown.  Not much color anywhere this year, but other leaves are turning yellow with a few hints of peach or orange.
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Monday Update 11-6-17

These are some posts from the later part of last week in case you missed them:
Rain, Rain, Rain
How to Garden on a Mountaintop
Suicide in Firefighters
Linguistic Drift
Today's Adventures
Moment of Silence: Dennis Banks
Hard Things


There will be a Poetry Fishbowl on Tuesday, November 7 with a theme of "Outlandish Occupations." Mark your calendars, and I hope to see you tomorrow.


Poetry in Microfunding:
"The Inner Transition" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Berettaflies.  Stylet comes out of the shower.  "The Higher a Monkey Climbs" belongs to Polychrome Heroics.  Pips and Jules discuss what to get for G and Joshua after the fire.

We got a plenty of rain recently.  The weather has been chilly most of the week.  The harvest is in.  Seen at the birdfeeders this week: a few sparrows, a couple of dark-eyed juncoes, and a male cardinal.  I also spotted a bluejay cracking seeds on top of the altar on the wellcap in the south lot.