We do find the birds that visit fascinating.  They all have personalities of their own.
We tend to give the birds names.  Thise names mean something to us most of the time.  There are Myna birds that are not native.  We see them around.  They are super intelligent as far as I can see.  I reckon there are so many of them as they will not let you get close to them.  Not that I want to.  The ones that happen to land in the yard I chase away immediately, and they depart almost as soon as they see me.  We call them Terry.  We see them as terrorists.
The other Myna’s we call “the gang.”  In a group they are tough.  Alone they are wimps.  I do not chase them away.  I don’t like them, but they have been here for ages.
There is a Pee Wee that visits.  Actually he and his wife do.  Ok it may be a he but we call the male Pee Wee Penny.  That starts with p.  The name we have given it sounds better then the initial that the p reminds of us.  Psycho.
Well it really seems to be.  It does not seem to relate to anyone.  It does what it does.  And what it does is weird.  It has a fascination with it’s own reflection and lands on window ledges that do not exist.  There is one window in the shed that has only the tracks.  The bird momentarily grips on to them.  Again and again.  Time after time.
And the car.  Park it in the yard and the Pee Wee must land on it.  It has learned it cannot walk up the front window pane as it slides down it.  When I say learned it may only be wishful thinking really.  It sometimes still tries to walk up the slippery pane without success.  I would not call sliding down the pane success.  So it flies from the bottom to top and top to bottom.
There is one Crow couple we have become friendly with.  We have a really original name for the male crow.  Krow.  Crow with a K.  Krow.  They are trusting birds.  My most memorable moment with the Crows was having one sit on Merrils chair (it was empty) while I sat on mine.  A moment of togetherness.
There are other birds that visit, and everyone seems to have a distinct personality.  We love that they visit – except for the Terry’s.

Yesterday was different.  We were having a dinner for around 12 here for the first time.  I really did not know how it would go.  One thing I thought though was that we may have too much. 
Everyone was bringing enough for themselves and another.  One guy who could not make it even said he was bringing around a meal.  When he arrived, he explained why he did not have it.  While driving here it had tipped up onto the floor.
I am wanting to do this sort of thing once a school term.  This was the first time ever.  A learning curve really.  Merril was getting together stuff she was preparing.  I was responsible for a portion of dessert.  But truth be known, Merril bought it.
While Merril was out getting stuff I decided to do a few things around the place.  I blew the leaves from pathways onto the lawn for mowing.  I did the wiper snipping.  All went well until it was time to mow.  I could not get the mower started.  I looked at a few chords and checked stuff.  I may have looked like I knew what I was doing but I did not.  The mower is battery operated and not responding at all.
Turned out the third battery I tried worked.  I was surprised the other two were not charged at all, but they were not.  No matter really.  One worked and turned out to have enough charge to do the yard.
I watered after that.  It did rain later on but it was not the soaking sort of rain.  It was just the brief light rain that was enough to wet everything but not to soak everything.  I was glad I had done what I did.
It sort of ended up looking a picture.  I was surprised how much the little bit of work I did took out of me.  I would do it again and probably will, but it is definitely more taxing than it used to be.
The diner went well, and we had plenty.  It was delicious.  I learned some things for next time too.

Vogue
Dictionary day again.  Merril’s finger fell on the word “vogue” this morning.  It really means current.  All the rage. 
It does seem weird to me that I am seeing stuff that was in vogue in the late 60’s in vogue again. (I am thinking of fashion).   I don’t know though that people want to hold on to something for 50 years knowing what goes around comes around.
I must admit vogue is not something I have been into.  When I am it is more by chance than design.
I see houses that are dated.  Like, “that is so 80’s.”  It makes me think that anything I build will be neutral so it is always in vogue.  Like I had a new kitchen built in a place a while back.  I do not think it matters when it is looked at, the colours are always in vogue and what is current can be added with accessories.
But that is just me.  It is not a law thing but an individual preference thing.  Some are right into the latest and that is ok as far as I am concerned, and some are like me, and I think that is ok too.
Any problem I do have relates to thoughts and ideas that may be in vogue but are contrary to what his known to be true.  Thoughts that are promoted without trial.  The acceptance of which lead to my discontent rather than content.
I did look up vogue online and had more success when I looked up the meaning of the word.  Before I went to meaning I was taken to Vogue magazine.
I did find it interesting to see what other questions were asked concerning vogue though.  Another word is seen as “fad.”  I can “dig” that.  Ok “dig” was in vogue at one time.  Over 50 years ago.
One of the questions asked was “Is vogue a word?”  All I can say is it better be as I have been using it like it was.  I guess being in the dictionary is a good sign.
That reminds me though. “If something is spelled incorrectly in the dictionary, how does anyone know?”
Anyway, vogue has come and gone.