My smoke detectors have snooze buttons. I don’t usually burn a full meal*, but my oven has been known to smoke at high heat, as have my cast iron frying pans. I miss my old kitchen which had a vent fan straight outside.
*In fact, I can only recall one time in my life that I burned the entree. That also happened to be the night that my mother-in-law and sister-in-law both decided (independently) to drop by our house. Why do things work like that?
The above is not a picture of a timer. The food is done before this makes a sound. ;)
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This miserable young bird hasn’t quite learned to come in out of the downpour. He was sitting on a branch near my garden. Half an our or so after the rain, and his head feathers aren’t combed down yet!
The cardinals were smart in their choice of nesting spot - not only are they protected by a rose bush, but the nest is under the overhang of our house so it does not get rained on (that’s Momma’s orange beak in the upper right hand side of the picture). There are three eggs now, and Momma C leaves the nest very rarely. The nest has strands of plastic bag or sheeting woven in with the sticks.
Also spotted this weekend: a rabbit nest with at least two baby bunnies. I was pulling weeds (goldenrod, if you must know) by the back of our garage when I revealed a well-traveled place inside the weeds. I looked carefully and saw the nest itself. I put back some of the weeds and decided that I’d finish that job in a few weeks. No need to make things too easy for the big ginger cat that passes through our yard sometimes at night. I’d post a picture of the nest, but I couldn’t make the camera focus on the shadowy nest through all the greenery.
I know they’re going to want to eat from my garden, but I’ll deal with that later. Fair is fair.
“Two words, Trick.”
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Also true of twitter, at least amongst my acquaintances.
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Surviving the World comic by Dante Shepherd. Text reads: “If it is harder and scarier for you to explain to your children why some people love each other than for you to explain to your children why some people should be treated less than equal, you’re doing it wrong.” Beside the picture, Dante stands with his three-week old baby in his arms, pretending to be lecturing it.

