Storm clouds are hanging heavy over our part of the world this week. What’s up with this weather pattern? Houston, we have a problem took on a whole new meaning and a whole lot of water Monday morning. Everything is bigger in Texas, including this most recent flooding event. My mother, channeling her inner Jim Cantore, kept me informed of the worsening weather conditions and rescue situations in the Greater Houston area throughout the day.
Funky weather conditions can dampen even the sunniest of dispositions. We’ve had just about all the sadness we can take around here lately, making the distract and deflect act I have become abnormally good at a necessary part of a cloudy day. Lighting plays such a significant role in our moods and energy levels. The right amount of the right kind of lighting can promote a calming, serene and pleasing atmosphere. Sunny days and the pristine natural lighting are favored, but not a 365 day reality.
What to do, what to do with the cloudy one at hand?
I know. Let’s take a gander at what’s going on with our feathered friends on a cloudy afternoon.
Dave the Builder put out bread and filled the chandelier bird feeder pots with seed late Sunday afternoon. We kept watch to see how well the birds would respond to this first feeding of the spring season.
Robins, blue jays, doves, cardinals, mockingbirds, sparrows –
nature is well represented right outside our kitchen window.
You would think a rainy, cloudy day would keep them away, but it seems the weather was just right to entice these creatures to turn out to feed and frolic.
See the tilted and empty clay pots?
Meet the culprit.
Never underestimate the will of an alpha squirrel and the king of the yard swagger that goes along with it. This greedy gut and his partner in squirrel crime worked in tandem to tip each of the full clay pot feed holders over. This was one seedy ground game. A determined blue jay with expert aim dive-bombed the spotter squirrel and it was game on from there. Mr. & Mrs. Cardinal and the sparrows circled the wagons, and the doves noshed in couldn’t care less fashion. Victory was declared by the feathered finishers, and a pair of crestfallen squirrels cried “fowl” and retreated to the neighbors yard.
Just a view from my window on the world.