I first realized I wanted to become a writer when in the sixth grade my teacher Mrs. Sager posted my bird report on the bulletin board as one of the finest in the class. On top of that endorphin producer one of the girls in my class said to me as we read the posted reports, “Mike, you are a good writer.” That resulted in another shot of endorphins released only, seconds later! That experience was recorded and saved somewhere…..
Standing just outside our living room window next to the patio we have a small “Bird Walmart”. It consists of a six- foot post wrapped in shiny tin to discourage the proverbial squirrel’s attempts to climb the slippery surface and stuff their furry little faces with sunflower seeds. Attached to the post is a metal pole for hanging flower baskets. There are no flower baskets attached however. Instead hanging on one of the hooks is my latest up to date…..
As I type this blog the ground outside is covered with an early November snow fall and the winds are bitterly cold and gusting. I am calling a truce to the ongoing battle I have been facing throughout the spring, summer and fall with many of the critters that inhabit the same ground that I inhabit. All of us, the critters and myself included, think the area we inhabit belongs to us and not to anyone else. That’s why the…..