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I was going to do some gardening today - pulling weeds and such - but when I got home yesterday I found that this had already been done. Weeds pulled, my plants thankfully left alone, and mulch put down. I would say that this was done by house elves except I can't remember if house elves do gardening (for if they did, surely they would be called garden elves?) (and yes, the house/garden issue is what my brain stuck on in terms of the possibility of house elves doing the weeding for me and not, say, the issue of their being fictional).
I have discovered the reason why the birds are so loud this season. A handful of them (two different species, ergo my reluctance to say 'flock') have taken up residence in the roof of the building next door. They've been spending their time building nests, so when I look out my bedroom window I can see them going to the ground, picking up twigs and suchlike objects, and flying back up to then FLUTTERFLUTTERFLUTTERSQUEEEEEEZE themselves into the bit of space that allows them to get inside of the building. At least I assume the twigs and such are for nesting. They could be building bombs. Which might be wise considering I'm pretty sure there's a hawk that lives in a tree nearby.
While the nest and/or bomb building goes on, two to three birds stand on top of the roof and keep an eye out for trouble. I find it interesting that here we have two different kinds of birds (sparrows and something else I don't know off the top of my head. Little bigger than the sparrows and darker) and they don't have any problems sharing what amounts to a neighborhood, or teaming up for danger-watching duties.
Again, I assume it's danger-watching. Mostly I see them looking around and chirping a lot. They could be talking birdy smack to make sure nobody comes to take their home away. "Stay away!" they might be chirping. "You in no way want this home, because it has been hit hard by the recession and isn't in a good school system! Also we have a bomb made of twigs!"
Anyway, that's the Mutual of Omaha program going on outside of my bedroom window. The funny thing is that I've been more fascinated by this than my cats have. Maybe the birds told Mac and Luna about the bomb.
I have discovered the reason why the birds are so loud this season. A handful of them (two different species, ergo my reluctance to say 'flock') have taken up residence in the roof of the building next door. They've been spending their time building nests, so when I look out my bedroom window I can see them going to the ground, picking up twigs and suchlike objects, and flying back up to then FLUTTERFLUTTERFLUTTERSQUEEEEEEZE themselves into the bit of space that allows them to get inside of the building. At least I assume the twigs and such are for nesting. They could be building bombs. Which might be wise considering I'm pretty sure there's a hawk that lives in a tree nearby.
While the nest and/or bomb building goes on, two to three birds stand on top of the roof and keep an eye out for trouble. I find it interesting that here we have two different kinds of birds (sparrows and something else I don't know off the top of my head. Little bigger than the sparrows and darker) and they don't have any problems sharing what amounts to a neighborhood, or teaming up for danger-watching duties.
Again, I assume it's danger-watching. Mostly I see them looking around and chirping a lot. They could be talking birdy smack to make sure nobody comes to take their home away. "Stay away!" they might be chirping. "You in no way want this home, because it has been hit hard by the recession and isn't in a good school system! Also we have a bomb made of twigs!"
Anyway, that's the Mutual of Omaha program going on outside of my bedroom window. The funny thing is that I've been more fascinated by this than my cats have. Maybe the birds told Mac and Luna about the bomb.
