I had the oldest here for the night and part of today but he went back to his place, carrying leftovers of course (and some clean laundry) :-)
I took the motorized Droll Yankee bird feeder down for a badly needed cleaning. I probably won't get it back up again till sometime tomorrow as it has to dry thoroughly. It hold 5#'s so it's a big one. Boy that was a job of work! My youngest gifted me with a long brush specifically for Droll Yankee feeders and while it helps, you sure do get a good splattering all over yourself as well. I don't like that cheap bird seed, sunflower CHIPS, not hearts, from W-Mart. I won't buy it again..an awful waste of money as it is like dust.
In a few minutes I'll run down to the feed store and stock up.
Miss Priss, the Boss, is acting afraid again. A commenter in her blog suggested that she may have something akin to Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome as she panics at anything I do that she associates with going to the Vet. I don't blame her. It's hard to be a little 9 pound kitty and someone snatches you up and no matter how sorrowfully you cry, she won't relent and you have to go every third day to that place for unpleasant things! That was too much for my girl, and now, all I did was put food in her dish and this time she thought I was going to snap her up and she ran and hid. It hurts my heart. But I can't make it go away. Every other day or so she spends most of her days under the bed. It's sad.
OK. Getting ready for getting some seed. Come on along. Make sure I get the good stuff.