As we move further into fall, we’re getting the usual change-up of summer birds for winter birds. While the redpolls and boreal chickadees aren’t around yet, we have had a trio of Gray Jays coming to the suet feeder.
Grays are neat birds. Unlike most jays, they are quiet, mild-mannered, and actually pretty tame. They’ll come around several times a day, and frequently sit right at the feeder while Mrs. Animal and yr. obdt. stand just inside the glass door, watching from four feet away.
Like most of our birds, we like having them around. We have some of their magpie cousins around as well, but they seldom come to the feeders, and they’re a tad noisy and boisterous. We like the quiet grays.
On To the Links!
Yeah, we should back away from Ukraine. I don’t see where we have a dog in this fight.
Seven days of mayhem. Our cities are melting down.
So, why are so many Democrat candidates refusing to debate their Republican opponents? I could offer a few guesses…
Given NYC’s long-standing “sanctuary” status, that idiot Mayor Adams should STFU. You’re getting what you said you wanted, New York, good and hard.
This Week’s Cultural Edification:
When I was in high school in the late Seventies, the rock band Foghat was riding pretty tall in the saddle. I had several of their albums on LP (in fact they’re still around here someplace) and cassettes with their tunes were always on hand in my and my friend’s cars and trucks when we were out riding around on Friday and Saturday nights.
In 1978 they released their eighth album Stone Blue, which quickly got added to the obligatory cruising collection of Midwestern teenagers. One of the fun tunes from that album was a tune written by lead singer and rhythm guitarist Lonesome Dave Peverett, also titled Stone Blue. It’s a fun, rollicking piece, even if it lacked some of the technical complexity of bands like Led Zeppelin or the bizarre genius of Frank Zappa. It’s nevertheless a good example of late Seventies rock. Here it is, then; enjoy.