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What was I Thinking?

July 30, 2012 at 8:22 am by Claudia

It’s been awfully stormy around here lately. We’ve had quite a bit of rain and, unfortunately, lots of humidity. I noticed yesterday that the large brown patches of grass that  I’ve been seeing everywhere have disappeared. It’s good for the garden, the grass and our well. But I know many of you are facing endless days of of hot, dry weather and my heart goes out to you with the wish that rain will come to you soon.

If you are a regular reader of this blog, you know I love birds. I watch them, worry about them, give them water to drink and generally delight in their presence.

Recently, I had just finished mowing the lawn, which means I was pretty tired, and was in the process of putting the mower back into the shed. I often clear out the grass that has collected under the mower before I put it away. This time there was a lot of wet grass underneath that I pulled out in chunks.

The shed has two windows and two window boxes. After I had put the mower away, I noticed a lot of dry grass in the corner of one of the window boxes. Since I had grass on my brain, I grabbed the pile of grass and put it on the ground, wondering where it had come from.

A week or so later: same scenario, same discovery. I again pulled it out of the window box, wondering if the grass had fallen there somehow. (I know. You’re thinking: Uh, Claudia…just how would that happen?) It wasn’t until later that day that I realized it might be a nest. It was so loosely thrown together, with no real defined shape, that I thought it was simply a clump of grass.

I retrieved it from the ground, looked closely at it and saw a little scooped-out area. Oh. Definitely a bird nest. But no eggs. It clearly had been recently constructed.

I put it back. Here’s a photo of it, but believe me, when I first discovered it, I didn’t see anything other than grass.

I felt like an idiot.
For some reason, I googled ‘nests of mourning doves” and read that they are very loosely constructed. Oh no. What if my beloved mourning doves were trying to build a nest and I had messed with it?
The nest has been back in the window box for a week now. No activity. Do you think I should take it out of the box and hope they try again? Or do you think they’ve given up on me and have built another one elsewhere? I also read that they will abandon a nest rather quickly if they feel threatened in any way.
What was I thinking?

Filed Under: bird nest, birds, rain 13 Comments

The Eiffel Tower Makes Friends with my iPhone cord

July 29, 2012 at 8:50 am by Claudia

In the “How to transform a tchotchke into something functional” category, I give you Exhibit A:

My Eiffel Tower iPhone charging cord holder.
Brilliant, is it not?
Well….not really.
What can I say? I spend too many hours in this chair staring at the piles of books, lined legal pads, magazines, pens and iPhone that clutter up the coffee table. I got a fleeting sense of being in control of the whole situation when I decided to wrap this cord around the Eiffel Tower.
It’s fleeting, mind you.
Now it’s gone.

Filed Under: decorating, sunday 17 Comments

Scout: More Outrageous than Ever

July 28, 2012 at 6:53 am by Claudia

Say hello to Scout. This is what I call Scout’s ‘Hyper Look.’ Her eyes narrow a bit and her tongue gets very pink. Ditto for her ears and the skin around her eyes. She’s a border collie, therefore she’s very, very smart and very, very high energy. At the grand old age of 13 1/2, she still has more energy than most puppies do. She’s slowed down a bit, but given the right circumstances, she will cavort as if she’s 6 months old rather than the matronly 13 that she is.

An interesting change has occurred in the last couple of years. Well, there are a couple of them. First of all, Scout has become that elderly lady who nags and speaks her mind and doesn’t give a hoot what you think. Where she used to quietly wait by the door to be let back into the house, now she starts barking immediately and doesn’t stop until I let her in. If she wants something, she is relentless in her nagging, She’s always been sassy, but now? Oh my. She’s become an elderly brat.

She’s my role model. That’s how I’m going to be when I get older. I will say what I want to say when I want to say it. I will demand my due, knowing I’ve earned it, for heaven’s sake. I’ll speak my mind.

Here’s the other thing about Scout nowadays. She wants to eat. All the time. I’m feeding her the same amount of food as I always have. She used to have to be coaxed to eat. Not any more. That girl can put it away. She knows exactly when we are within an hour of her time to eat and bugs me non-stop until I make the move toward her food.

Remember when she was so sick recently and we couldn’t get her to eat? We talked to the doctor about it and he said he would write a prescription for something to stimulate her appetite. After giving it to her for a day or two, she became ravenous. She wolfed down all her food and then proceeded to stand over Riley as he ate, waiting to swoop in there and grab anything left in his bowl. I once came out of the bathroom to find her with her head in his bowl as he was calming eating his food. She had a maniacal look on her face as she gobbled up every morsel she could. The nerve!

She got in trouble for that.

What had come over her? Suspicious, I looked at the label on the prescription bottle. “Dex.” Uh…would that be Dexadrine? A stimulant?

My girl was ‘hopped up’ on drugs.

Her already healthy appetite tripled….quadrupled. As we weaned her off the Dex (according to the directions on the label) she became a bit more sane. A wee bit more lady-like.

She still waits for Riley to finish his meal, so she can eat anything he’s left or, at the very least, lick his bowl. She still gives me that unblinking border collie stare until I get her dinner. And the other day? Don had a tuna sandwich and left the paper napkin he had been using wadded up on the coffee table. In the meantime, both of us were out of the room for a short period of time. We came back to find shredded paper everywhere. What?? Scout never does that! This girl has never been the kind of dog who gets into things. And it certainly wasn’t Riley, who can’t even get up on his own.

It wasn’t until I sniffed the paper that I detected the scent of tuna and put two and two together.

She got in trouble for that, too.

Oh, that girl! She has never, not for a single second, been boring. She is so fascinating and interesting and funny and smart and obsessive and nuts. She’s high maintenance but oh, so worth it.

Love you, my girl. And no, it’s not time to eat yet.

 

Filed Under: Riley, Scout 17 Comments

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

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