These two individuals completely raided the bird feeder all day. And fought with each other with loud voices and nasty fist fights. Mr. Notch Ear is supposed to be dead as of ten days ago. Elv will certainly have to try again. I could almost be fine with them being around if they’d at least share with the birds, but they don’t. Every last crumb gets taken.
On a happier note, the cactus blooms and the orchid has sprouted promising buds.
We’re finally going to the cabin this weekend. Let’s get some fresh air, do some snowshoeing, and mark the ending of the cold, grey winter and the beginning of sunshiny days leading up to spring.
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