Anecdotally Ashley

  Feed The Birds (Tuppence A Bag) Over the last year and a bit, I've gotten into birds. Not owning them as pets, but as one who appreciates and enjoys them in environment around my home. Last summer I had a hummingbird feeder that was very popular with the hummers. And this winter, despite the threat of avian flu, we have hung and maintained a bird feeder.  It's glorious coming down in the morning and spying the flock of blue jays that take it over in the mornings. As I drink my coffee, I stand in the dining room window watching the fat little chickadees dart in between the jays to grab some seed and dash off again.  This season we've had the usual assortment of characters at the feeder - blue jays, chickadees, snow buntings, sparrows, crows, Hungarian partridges, and pheasants. We've had a robin around the last few weeks. We can't decide if he overwintered here or is just really  early this year. I often see him hunkered down in the holly bush.  I've been lovin...

Last week we were hit by a series of snowstorms where I live. It was lovely to have some extra time off work. It brought on some self reflecting as well. I was quieter than usual, which of course was noticed and remarked on. But I just said I was sleepy.  I wasn't sleepy, I was mulling over life with aging parents. I've lived with Mom and Dad since I moved back to the Island accidentally on purpose during the first bit of the Covid Pandemic. Living with Mom and Dad still this long into moving back home is a bit embarassing. It started off because I have two very lovely, bigger dogs. And while in Ontario, I didn't have to worry becasue landlords can't say no to pets - which is certainly not the case here. No one would rent to me with my dogs. So living at home was my only option.  And honestly, if given the chance, I'm not sure I'd move out. Not because living at home is easy (it's not), or cheaper, but becasue I'm getting to know my parents in a differen...