Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of bird feeders in the Dogpound. I put up one of those humming bird feeders a few weeks ago. I had one last year, but it never seemed to attract any attention; this year we have a nice collection of fly byes, and I do mean fly byes. They are hyper fast, a blur until they settle down at the feeder, but mine for some reason are a bit unsocial. I have received pictures of people with feeders or feeding humming birds from their hands and there are always a number of them feeding at the same time. Not mine. If one is feeding and another one approaches, even though there are six feeding stations, he will take flight and chase the intruder off into the sky before returning shortly to continue dining. I just know that I am not going to approach the feeder at feeding time. I saw the movie The Birds.

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Use what talents you possess: The woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.” Henry Van Dyke
 
QUICKIES
*I think that looking at somebody’s Internet history is the 21st century equivalent of looking in someone’s medicine cabinet.
*There is someone out there for everyone. Unfortunately, statistically speaking, based on these numbers, yours is probably in China or India.
*Why do your proof-reading skills become suddenly heightened immediately after you click “Send”?

WHAT I MEANT
A man was sitting on his front porch, staring morosely at the ground, when his neighbor strolled over to see what was troubling his friend. The man would hardly speak but, after some prodding and encouragement he finally spoke. “Well, I ran afoul of one of those questions that women ask and now I am in the doghouse.” “What kind of question?” the neighbor asked. “My wife asked me if I would still love her when she was old, fat and ugly.” “That’s easy,” says the neighbor. “You just say, “Of course I will.” “Yeah,” says the other man, “that’s what I meant to say. But what came out was, ‘Of course I do.’” [Boy. Been there and done that!]

BITING NAILS
Two golden-agers were discussing their husbands over tea. “I do wish that my Elmer would stop biting his nails. He makes me terribly nervous.” “My Billy used to do the same thing,” the older woman replied. “But I broke him of the habit.” “How?” “I hid his teeth.”

Got to go, I see a visitor at the bird feeder. As always be good, play safe and remember birds are our friends.

JR and Max