Sunday, December 20. 2015

Did you watch the Saturday NFL game?

I’m told, via rumor and innuendo, that the game beat the Democratic Debate all hollow. Of course, All Hollow describes the Democratic Candidates.

The game was a good one, actually. And the Cowboys? Huh. Who knows. I’m more concerned with the Skins today.

Now. I’m going off topic here, just a bit. I mean, I started with the NFL and intend to go into . . . into, hmm. Bird counting.

Christmas time brings strange ideas out. For better than a hundred years the Audubon  .Society has been collecting bird counts from around the country. I’m not really certain why, but folks form groups and go out and count birds and their groups submit the counts to the Audubon.

The birds probably don’t care, and they certainly don’t even know. They can’t count. But they are aware the two legs are out in the woods doing incomprehensibly things.

El Dorado to host Christmas bird count

Butler County Times Gazette
– ‎21 hours ago‎

An annual Christmas bird count (CBC) has been held since Christmas Day, 1900. The National Audubon Society collects data from all the Christmas bird counts throughout the United States each year.

I’ve failed to replace my feeders, so the easy count is not available to me this year. My woodpeckers, who usually come around for the fat feeders only showed up long enough to assure themselves they weren’t going to get fed; only two hawks came by this fall; one owl and very few Junco’s.

I’ve not been a generous steward of the land this year. Besides, I’ve lost the company I usually had to count on a specific day/date. He passed earlier this year.

Amazon did a weird thing. I ordered more Christmas presents – books, of course. Had some kids in the area that need something to giggle over.

Amazon divided the order into three parts. One gets here the day before Christmas, one gets here sometime between now and Christmas, and one – the one they notified me was shipped, hasn’t a due date at all and isn’t coming from an Amazon Warehouse.

Not that I mind, mind. Just that it was a strange bit of business from their normal profile.

Colder than yesterday out there now, but warm enough for two Sweat shirts to be comfortable. Dry. Need some moisture.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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