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Finch Fights
Nov. 7th, 2004 10:35 amSix house finches and a feeder with four perches. Noisy side yard. The goldfinches also get argumentative, but we have a larger feeder for them, eight perches plus a bag feeder they can hang on. (Thistle seed, that's why the house finches aren't interested. They want the mainline stuff -- sunflower....)
And juncos boink-boinking around on the ground underneath, collecting the waste. Both kinds of finches are sloppy birds.
Another 500+ words on GHOST POINT this morning, maybe the days I go over make up for the ones like yesterday when I don't type much. Barnstead asked if I do that 500 bit every day, like the anecdotes told of Graham Greene. Don't think I answered -- we went off on a tangent. But I try to keep that pace. Don't know how Greene counted revisions, though. Or if he counted his reports to the deep shadowy spymasters of George Smiley's realm in the total.
Mixed clouds and sun, less wind but still November weather. Neighbors are out spading up some flower beds, presumably for spring bulbs. Ah, the energy of youth. We had that, once-upon-a-time.
And juncos boink-boinking around on the ground underneath, collecting the waste. Both kinds of finches are sloppy birds.
Another 500+ words on GHOST POINT this morning, maybe the days I go over make up for the ones like yesterday when I don't type much. Barnstead asked if I do that 500 bit every day, like the anecdotes told of Graham Greene. Don't think I answered -- we went off on a tangent. But I try to keep that pace. Don't know how Greene counted revisions, though. Or if he counted his reports to the deep shadowy spymasters of George Smiley's realm in the total.
Mixed clouds and sun, less wind but still November weather. Neighbors are out spading up some flower beds, presumably for spring bulbs. Ah, the energy of youth. We had that, once-upon-a-time.
