Birdie num num

I found some bird seed in an old costume bin. It was wrapped up in an old pair of pantyhose and into a fair sized ball. For the life of me, I can't remember what that would be for... But I knew I didn't want to keep it around to attract rodents. I took it outside and made an offering on the Buddah. Feed the birds, tuppence a boob.

In no time at all I had my first customer. Many, many customers all of them camera shy. But I liked the little twitter sounds they made all over the yard and I decided I wanted a bird feeder. Or as Lyle called it, "an old lady bird feeder."

So I took him to the store and let him pick out the least "old lady" styled bird feeder he could find. I didn't care what it looked like. But I did want to make sure it was for smaller birds as we have very large crows that eat Burger King garbage in our front yard. I didn't want to attract any of that to my back sanctuary.

We also got one that featured a slick roof that moves slightly to prevent any squirrels from climbing down the chain and feasting on the seeds.

I guess we need to hang it somewhere different.

Here's our orchid plants in full bloom in the back of the yard. They are stunning and the only secret I can tell you for growing them is to live in Southern California, place them in fairly shady location, water infrequently and completely forget about them. It's working for us.