Tuesday, November 5, 2024

Wednesday, November 6

 I'm afraid my project to feed the birds in our garden has failed.  Marilyn commented that I would need to formulate a plan to clean up the increased incidence of bird droppings on the concrete driveway and that was an issue I hadn't considered.  It was going to cost me about $10 for a bag of bird seed and there was no way of predicting how many bags I would need in the future.  

The final straw, though, was when I saw the lady next door tying plastic bags to the corners of her clothesline.  I was flummoxed at first but realised that this was a primitive bird-scaring device to protect her washing from being stained by the errant droppings of passing blackbirds. My kindness may have the unintended effect of encouraging more feathered passers-by to visit.

There are always unintended consequences, so it's time to think again. 

Today is a fasting day in preparation for tomorrow's exploratory operation.  I can have black coffee, jelly and not much else but I've survived it before and I will survive it again.  I think they wrote a song about it.

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