He’s Not Huntin’ Wabbits
What is our caped crusader up to this time?
I’ll give you a hint: There are no wabbits on that rooftop. But he is after something….
I know. All super-hereos have their kryptonite, why should mine be any different?
He has a nemesis–
Do not be fooled by the banal laugh and bright feathers. This evil bird haunts us; every spring, sure as the unwanted snows cover the tulips, woodpecker arrives on our roof in the pre-dawn hours to pound away like a jack-hammer on acid in hopes of attracting a mate.
He must go. The squirrels and the robins are our friends. But this early morning wake up call simply won’t do.
We’ve discussed my husband’s single minded dedication to triumph over the woodpecker here before. He’s out to get that bird. And I am totally on board. If I were any more supportive I’d be a bra.
It’s just that there is already a pretty impressive arsenal awaiting our fine feathered friend. Our roof currently sports a large mirror, a duct-taped reinforced line of nails, and now this —
Yup. It’s patriotic. It’s plastic. It spins in the wind. And our house is officially that house. Sorry, neighbors. And here you were so supportive of the whole bug-selling venture.
Meanwhile, down here on the ground–
That snow was so 2 days ago. This weekend Mother’s Day brought sunshine and daisy-chains. Head over to Digging in the Dirt to see The World’s Longest Dandelion Chain and other garden updates.
Spoiler alert — you’ll find this Gardener’s Challenge. Tell me, please, what on earth has gotten my rhubarb so excited?
