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Dec. 24th, 2024 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestThe birds, the birds! In addition to the usual tribe of Blue Tits and Great Tits (always at least five, but it's impossible to figure out how many of each kind there are) there was definitely at least one Coal Tit today. And... the Nuthatches are back! Two of them, absolutely feasting! Even more excitingly, I think there was a wren. It was the right shape for a wren, with its odd, stubby tail, and little, and brown. It didn't quite get as far as the feeder or the fat balls, but it was there. Never had a wren before. Come back, little one!
Squirrels were their usual dopey selves. Three of them hung about beneath the feeder in the hope of crumbs; one very sturdy and bushy one had a good go at gnawing through the metal bars of the bird feeder (yeah, good luck with that). Then there were two, mooching about, until I was overcome with a fit of generosity and chucked a fat ball out of the window. One squirrel fled, never to be seen again. The other kept pootling about and completely failing to notice the fat ball for a good ten minutes, until eventually it got there, convulsed with glee, and picked up the whole ball in its mighty teef and made off with it. Never to be seen again. (Seems to be a theme.)
It's almost annoying to be ready for Christmas at this point, not frantically wrapping presents or prepping foods. I made some stuffing sausages yesterday and wrapped them in streaky bacon, an idea suggested at my knitting group meeting which sounds like a Good Plan. And I have made most of a trifle for Boxing Day, just need to annoint it with custard (the whipped cream can wait until it's time to serve it). I did have a few trivial last-minute things to wrap, because I went up the road (no crutch!) for my customary Wednesday breakfast of bacon roll and Americano, because tomorrow there will be no opportunity and really, bacon in ciabatta, how could I not? Bought a few bits as an excuse for being there. Meanwhile Beast was enpretzling himself at yoga class.
Also, no Sesa to squee over. I had hoped to have a popslash story done, but I'm struggling so much with it I must be doing it wrong, which is very frustrating. I know what happens, but have no idea how to get there. Grar.
Well. Enough with the pointless posting. Have a Happy Christmas, if you celebrate, and a Merry New Year.
Squirrels were their usual dopey selves. Three of them hung about beneath the feeder in the hope of crumbs; one very sturdy and bushy one had a good go at gnawing through the metal bars of the bird feeder (yeah, good luck with that). Then there were two, mooching about, until I was overcome with a fit of generosity and chucked a fat ball out of the window. One squirrel fled, never to be seen again. The other kept pootling about and completely failing to notice the fat ball for a good ten minutes, until eventually it got there, convulsed with glee, and picked up the whole ball in its mighty teef and made off with it. Never to be seen again. (Seems to be a theme.)
It's almost annoying to be ready for Christmas at this point, not frantically wrapping presents or prepping foods. I made some stuffing sausages yesterday and wrapped them in streaky bacon, an idea suggested at my knitting group meeting which sounds like a Good Plan. And I have made most of a trifle for Boxing Day, just need to annoint it with custard (the whipped cream can wait until it's time to serve it). I did have a few trivial last-minute things to wrap, because I went up the road (no crutch!) for my customary Wednesday breakfast of bacon roll and Americano, because tomorrow there will be no opportunity and really, bacon in ciabatta, how could I not? Bought a few bits as an excuse for being there. Meanwhile Beast was enpretzling himself at yoga class.
Also, no Sesa to squee over. I had hoped to have a popslash story done, but I'm struggling so much with it I must be doing it wrong, which is very frustrating. I know what happens, but have no idea how to get there. Grar.
Well. Enough with the pointless posting. Have a Happy Christmas, if you celebrate, and a Merry New Year.
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Date: 2024-12-31 03:21 pm (UTC)I wonder if the Squirrels were foraging some of the Nuthatch drop - they seem to be quite picky, and there was a veritable rain of their discards below the feeder here.
The stuffing suasages in blankets sounds like a completely brilliant idea - we do a Turkey crown now, and it cannot be stuffed, but traditional stuffing does need a bit of something.