Josh: "All I'm saying is, if you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop to get a beer."

Donna: "If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights."

-- West Wing --

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From the inestimable Pixy:

This one is for Susie, Cherry, Jennifer, Mookie, LeeAnn, Roxette, Stevie, Heather, Helen, Linda, Annika and Sarah:

Throw Rocks At Boys

I wholeheartedly agree ladies, thank you for making this a nicer and more interesting year. I'd also like to add to that list:

Shell, Candy, Carol, Dawn, Min, Margi, Dana, Anna, Lynn, Serenity, Nic, Kelley, Tas, Tink, Dawn, and Denita.

I considered sending individual ecards to everyone, but I'm just not that thoughtful. Ask my wife. Although this year I did get her a very nice gold bracelet. She showed it to me last night. I have impeccable taste.

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1 Awwww, Happy Valentine's Day back at'cha, ya big lug! :-)

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at February 14, 2004 12:28 AM (Sg245)

2 This is e-card enough. Back atcha.

Posted by: Anna at February 14, 2004 02:31 AM (TF5Pc)

3 Happy V Day to you too Ted!

Posted by: Tink at February 14, 2004 10:19 PM (Pp0b1)

4 This was perfect for me -- it fits, it works and it's sweet like you!

Posted by: Dawn at February 15, 2004 03:51 AM (Q0xHi)

5 Love is a path to the heart that knows its own way.

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Edmonton Oilers goalie Ty Conklin looked over and saw teammate Mike Bishai trading punches with Serge Aubin from the Atlanta Thrashers' bench.

He wanted to watch, but with Thrashers netminder Pasi Nurminen ready to go, Conklin had his own business to take care of.

Conklin and Nurminen brawled at center ice to cap a wild brawl late in Edmonton's 5-1 victory the Thrashers on Wednesday night.

The melee resulted in 12 fighting majors, 10 game misconducts and two minors for 164 penalty minutes.

"It looked like a pretty normal game going into the third period, and then a number of bizarre circumstances created what ended up being great entertainment," Oilers coach Craig MacTavish said.

Lifted from Off Wing Opinion, who I found thanks to Nic.

And since we're reading a little hockey, check out the Meatriarch's ideas on changes to the current rules. Makes sense to me, except for the last one. But then, nobody will ever mistake me for a little guy.

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Black Hearts Party. Gifts for that 'special' one on your list and much much more.

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...and Bunsen has it.

Here he presents a 10-question quiz where each answer is either Courtney Love or Westminster Dog Show Entrant.

This reminds me of an old David Letterman Top Ten list , something about "Favorite Body Parts or Van Pattens". The number one answer was "Dick".

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US military working dogs are of two types (that I know of). There are drug-detection dogs and bomb-detection dogs. Both kinds can do duty as a guard dog, but basically it's taking advantage of their keen senses, the training for the guard role is limited since they focus on their primary function. After the Vietnam conflict, so-called 'sentry' dogs were phased out because they were ultra-agressive and somewhat unpredictable. Military dogs aren't pets, they're tools bred and trained to do a specific job, and turning one loose against someone is considered using 'deadly force'.

I don't know much about police dog training. I suspect that police dogs are taught more in the way of apprehension techniques and keeping a perpetrator at bay and under control.

A while back The Meatriarch did a fine two-part series (here and here) on canine breeds who fit the bill if you need serious protection and are prepared to spend the time and effort in order to be a responsible owner to one. Everyone should read these, for informational purposes if nothing else, because the average person does not equate dogs with overwhelming deadly force.

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Poodles were originally bred as hunting dogs, and here's the lowdown on why poodle haircuts are so weird, courtesy of Slate, via J-Walk Blog.

An unshorn poodle's thick coat could weigh it down in the water. With the bottom half of its body shaved, the animal was more buoyant and could swim more freely. The long mane and hair around the chest were left intact to keep the poodle's vital organs warm in the cold water, and owners also kept the hair around the joints to protect them from cold and injury and to help prevent rheumatism.

Shaving the hair around the face left the poodle's mouth and eyes free so it could fulfill its retrieving responsibilities, and tying the hair on a poodle's head into a "top knot" also kept hair out of its eyes. Owners eventually tied these knots with brightly colored ribbons to help them identify their dogs from afar.

See? Manly reasons all.

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Yesterday afternoon after work I met with the team of high school students that I'm mentoring for this year. Five city kids - three boys and two girls - who are going to design, build and fly a complex rocket with the hopes of earning scholarship money.

This is a bright and motivated group. They've already settled on their design and will be building two versions, one with balsa fins, and a second with fiberglass fins. Construction started last night, and we also went over some rocketry basics, simple aerodynamics, and I gave a quick demo on the flight simulation software they'll be using.

The quickie version of the task they're trying to accomplish is that they have to build and fly a two-stage rocket that will fly as close as possible to 1,250 feet in altitude (measured by an electronic altimeter carried onboard), and get it back. The payload they have to carry aloft is two fresh eggs, and they have to bring them back to earth unbroken.

They're competing with almost one thousand other teams from all around the US for scholarship money. The contest is sponsored by the Aerospace Industries Association and NASA is heavily involved.

Some of the coolest perks from last years contest was for teachers to attend NASA educational workshops, and the top ten teams were given the opportunity to design science experiments that were carried aloft in NASA research rockets. Teams also got to meet shuttle astronauts and Homer Hickam, former NASA engineer and author of Rocket Boys (October Skies). Other guests attending the finals included Senator Enzi from Wyoming (a rocketeer and space proponent), as well as the honchos from NASA and Boeing.

For more information and details, please check out the rocketry links over on the right hand column, my Rocketry category, or this post.

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Last evening I had the pleasure of meeting the ultra-fuschia Dawn of Caterwauling. I expect that now she'll comment that her suit was 'dusty rose' or some other girl color - they do that to make us guys look stupid - but it doesn't matter, it looked good.

We shared wonderful conversation over mexican food, and then she treated me to my first ever Starbucks. I'm such a peasant, I ordered a coffee.

Good times. I tell you, blogging is the best thing this ol' internet stalker ever got into.

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1 It was definitely fuschia. And it was a pleasure to meet you, too, my friend!

Posted by: Dawn at February 12, 2004 10:50 AM (Q0xHi)

2 I always order coffee at Starbucks.
The coffee is pretty good.

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Ladies, when you use your potions in the shower or bath, please Please PLEASE rinse the tub out completely when you're done.

Guys are easy, I have soap, and I have yellow shampoo to wash my hair. Once in a while, for a change Liz gets me the blue shampoo. Simple, eh?

The ladies seem to need fourteen bottles and jars of every shape and color and scent, which is ok. Really, as long as you rinse the tub.

This morning, I turn on the water, step into the shower, and immediately careen the length of the tub like Sonja Henie on crack until I crash into the far wall. The judges loved the originality, but deducted style points for the cursing.

You're going to kill us with crap like this! And if you're trying for that, we don't want to know. For myself, I'm going to stop at Home Depot on the way home and pick up the biggest damn sheets of wet-sand paper I can find, and epoxy them to the floor of the tub.

And WD-40 the toilet seats.

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1 I hope you didn't break anything, Ted!

Posted by: Susie at February 12, 2004 07:05 AM (0+cMc)

2 I managed to not fall. I'm usually more careful and not so trusting, but at 4:30am... well, you know.

Posted by: Ted at February 12, 2004 07:56 AM (blNMI)

3 I'm with you, Brother, I'm with you.

Posted by: Paul at February 12, 2004 08:24 AM (gCHYp)

4 First of all, I'm grateful you didn't fall and put your eye out or break a hip or something. Still, the thought of you sliding across the tub makes me laugh...

...until I realize you're probably naked...

(I'd expect the exact same reaction from you, truth be told.)

Posted by: Victor at February 12, 2004 09:12 AM (L3qPK)

5 Victor, in your imagination I should be dressed in one of three things:

1. Tails, complete with Top Hat and white gloves.
2. A wetsuit and swim fins (I look alot like Lloyd Bridges in this one).
3. A ballerina tutu.

It's entirely up to you, whatever is funnier. Rerun it through your mind and let me know how it goes.

Posted by: Ted at February 12, 2004 09:20 AM (blNMI)

6 Gee thanks, guys--the banter between you and Victor should keep me cleaning my monitor for the rest of the day...

As for the toilet seat, Hubby suggests using that silicone lubricant instead of WD-40. Says it's even better.

In defense of some women I must inform you, Ted, that not every girl is inclined to use twenty different kinds of exotic cleanser in the shower. I have my shampoo and my soap just like you do. I cycle through a few of them because the human body gets "used to" the formulation of a certain cleaner after a while and "compensates" so it isn't as effective. So it might be a different soap and shampoo every few months, but it's still very basic!

(Anyways, as blind as I am I'd lose track of which bottle is which and probably end up putting Nair on my scalp thinking it's leave-in conditioner, while trying to depilatorize my legs with Vidal Sassoon conditioner...)

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at February 12, 2004 11:15 AM (ZhUWC)

7 3. A ballerina tutu.

My imagination! It's scarred for life.
(and my keyboard needs to be replaced)

Posted by: GEBIV at February 12, 2004 11:18 AM (KxldS)

8 The Tu-Tu. Jeez Louise, did you expect me to say anything else?

It's been awhile since I've worn my tu-tu. No real occasions for it, actually. I'm not even sure where it is.

I'd post a picture of me wearing it, but I was 40 pounds heavier then. Believe it or not, I'm more embarrased about *that* then I am the fact that a photograph exists of me standing out in public in a tu-tu and a feather tiara. Ask my gf if you don't believe me.

Posted by: Victor at February 12, 2004 04:48 PM (L3qPK)

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Back in September I wrote a little bit about the Flugtag airshow disaster at Ramstein AB, Germany, and since then I've had the privilege of giving my personal thanks to two of the men who were on the scene and helping out under overwhelming circumstances.

Please follow that link and check out the comments. Regular people doing extraordinary things because it's what needs to be done.

About the Google Bait from yesterday: I get the occasional hit from someone searching on 'Flugtag', which is how those two gentlemen found Rocket Jones, so by putting up a couple organization designations and places from my Air Force days, maybe someone I knew back when will stumble across the site and say hi.

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This is one of my all-time favorite movies. It pokes fun at everyone and everything, managing to slip from parody to parody without totally falling over the stupid-cliff. In fact, in places it's downright erudite.

The beginning of this movie is reminiscent of the opening of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Well, not really, but work with me here. The story moves right along, where the feminist anthropologist Dr. Hunt (Playboy playmate-of-the-year Shannon Tweed, playing the part almost straight) is coerced by the US Military to enter the dreaded Avocado Jungle of California to search for the mythical Piranha tribe and the missing feminist Dr. Kurtz (Adrienne Barbeau).

Cutie Karen Mistal as sidekick Bunny provides airhead relief, and Bill Maher plays the guide.

I don't want to give any spoilers, because I really do recommend this movie. Like Starship Troopers Earth vs. Soup, ignore the title and be prepared to enjoy this movie more than you thought you would.

Sample dialog:

Dr. Hunt: "Dr Kurtz. I'm unfamiliar with the academic guidelines at Radcliffe, but I would think that any major university would consider warring on the United States and eating prisoners of war a serious breach of ethics."

Dr. Kurtz: "Always the cautious scholar, eh Dr. Hunt?"

Go on, take a chance. Run out right now and rent this movie. You'll thank me, and if you don't like it, well, then there's just something wrong with you.

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Over at Who Tends the Fires, Denita asks the embarrassing question: what's on your desk?

I cleaned straightened my desk last weekend, so it's not nearly as bad as it was. All the boring details are in the extended entry.

And now it's your turn. more...

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A lot of people talk about voting for "anyone but President Bush."

These are the same people who raise hell about America supporting despots around the world. In some of those cases, it was "anyone but [insert bad choice]."

Sauce for the goose folks.

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Grand Forks AFB, North Dakota.
321 SPS
D Flight
321 SPG
321 Bomb Wing
Ramstein AB, Germany
Flugtag Airshow Disaster
EISD

... I'll explain later (probably tomorrow)

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First words spoken from the surface of the moon:

"By the grace of God, and in the name of the United States of America, I take possesion of this planet on behalf of and for the benefit of all mankind."

Impressive movie, and prescient in a lot of ways considering it was made years before space travel was even seriously considered possible. The special effects are surprisingly good for the day, and the Bonestell lunar dioramas are spectacular. Minor nitpick: keep the remote handy, because the DVD soundtrack changes from barely audible dialog to blaring music repeatedly. A little more balance would've been nice.

This would make a great rainy-day double feature with When Worlds Collide. Heck, throw in The Day the Earth Stood Still and The Angry Red Planet and make it a marathon.

Two enthusiastic spacesuited thumbs up.

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For Valentine's Day, don't give your loved one just any old plushy, give a Santa Cthulhu, because nothing says eternal love like a fictional ancient god. Cupid? What a wuss.

Now maybe you want to keep the kids busy while you get 'thanked' for your thoughtfulness. What better way than to stick with the theme? Your little shoggoths can entertain themselves with a Cthulhu hand puppet. They'll have hours of fun reenacting The Doom That Came To Sarnath and The Dunwhich Horror. For extra fun, check eBay for out-of-print copies of Lovecraft audiobooks that they can listen to. And if they hear strange noises coming from your bedroom, it just adds to the atmosphere, eh?

"It's ok honey, mommy's fine. She's just being eaten by an Old One."

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Sideshow Collectibles, because everyone should have Leatherface in their living room.

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Oooo goody, a movie review! Well, it's a DVD review, because besides the two movies here, there are some extraordinary extras included on the disk. Besides lots of gratuitous boobage. And by boobage, I'm talking gratuitous! This go-round, I'm talking about a double-feature from the shlock 'nudist camp' genre of the mid-60's.

In The Beast that Killed Women, the setting is a nudist camp for no discernable reason other than it gives the opportunity to show lots and lots of topless women. The concept here is to keep trotting out the boobs, in hopes that you'll never notice weaknesses in the movie, like plot, acting, dialog, acting, directing, continuity, believability... you get the idea.

How bad is it? Solidly in the "so bad it's good" category, long stretches focus on a tree or steps in the background while naked women repeatedly walk by, "enjoying nature" as nudists do. Mostly, people stand around until joined by someone else, at which point they improvise a conversation that tries to advance the story. But hey, as long as they're naked, eh? Actually, it's fun picking the movie apart, because silliness abounds.

The beast is a guy in a really tacky gorilla suit, and the total body count by the end of the movie is one. Yep, one lousy dead girl, and she was dressed. But most every other girl is naked. Did I mention the gratuitous boobs?

The second movie on the DVD is The Monster of Camp Sunshine. Rats play an important role in this movie, since one of the characters works in the lab at the hospital and is very sympathetic towards her little friends. This flick uses the pretext of warning about the dangers of runaway science to quickly move the story from the hospital lab to - you guessed it - a nudist colony. But first, the nurse accidentally drips an unknown chemical on a cage full of rats, and "their killer instinct is unleashed!" The rats jump at the nurse, causing her to fall out of the window, where she manages to hang on long enough for a doctor to come to her rescue. She's so upset that her roomate decides that they should visit the camp to cheer her up. Oh yeah, her roomie is a nude model. Big surprise, that.

Back to the plot, and from here on out just assume that any actual story is sporadically interjected between lengthy stretches of naked women and men (sorry ladies, it's butts-only on the guys). The doctor in charge of the lab figures out what happened and in a stroke of genius decides that the best way to dispose of the killer chemicals is to put them into a jar and throw them into the bay! But fate has different plans, and the jar is found the next day, upstream at the camp (we know it's upstream because they helpfully tell us so).

The stream running through the nudist camp becomes contaminated with the contents of the jar (in the most hilariously contrived and convoluted set of circumstances possible), and the simpleton camp gardener takes a drink from the stream, which "unleashes his killer instinct!" This time, they just say the hell with all restraint and go for it. The army is called in, and we're treated to stock war footage from the Civil War to World War II. I laughed out loud as a troop of US Cavalry from the old west rode by, followed by clips of troops coming ashore on D-Day. While the doctor buries the softball-sized remains of the gardener (all that was left, and he was actually kicking dirt over it with his shoe), the rest of the characters decided that it was too nice a day to be sad. So they get naked. Once again it's so bad it's fun (zero body count this time, though one girl did get her arm cut by an axe).

One of the funniest lines in the movie is where the nurse explains her love for the nudist movement. She says "I spend all day at the hospital around sick bodies. The nudist camp is my chance to be surrounded by healthy bodies." Of course, as she says this she's puffing on a cigarette, as does most everyone throughout the movie.

Like with the first movie, great fun can be had watching for the assorted silliness, especially the contortions the actors go through so as not to show anything frontal below the waist. Warning: Zither alert!

Now on to the DVD itself, which is a gem. It's put out by Something Weird Video, and besides the two (crappy but nudity filled) movies, you get all kinds of extra goodies, and this is where it shines. Three different sets of drive-in intermission features chock full of those snack bar teasers, local business commercials, and more. Notable is Ed McMahon in a Budweiser commercial, and a reminder to sign the petition in the lobby against "pay TV" and that evil "cable TV".

That's not all. There's also a gallery of trash movie posters accompanied by remastered original radio spots. These are cool as hell.

But there's more! The original theatrical trailer for The Beast that Killed Women is included, as are the trailers for the nudie flicks Eves on Skis, Goldilocks and the Three Bares, Nudes on Tiger Reef, Nudist Life, and Pussycats Paradise. Be still my heart.

And there are 'short subject' features dating as far back as the 1920's about nudists, done up in semi-documentary style. It's interesting to see what each era considered racy for the day, although each contains nudity. I especially enjoyed the variety of music used.

Finally, there's "Let's Go to the Drive-In!" - an interactive selection on the DVD that allows the uninterrupted playback of hours of content, just like being at the movies. Nifty neat-o keen.

Boobs and drive-in atmosphere. It doesn't get much better than that. Pass the popcorn, because this one was a pleasant surprise.

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I'm seriously tempted to buy one of these.

We keep a stocked bird feeder in our back yard, and there's nothing more relaxing than sitting quietly on the swing and watching the birds come and go. We bought a book on birds of the mid-Atlantic states so we could identify our little friends, and we now recognize almost two dozen regular visitors.

Of course, the squirrels and I match wits constantly, and I often win. They destroyed one feeder by gnawing through the line holding it up in the tree, so I replaced it with another hung with plastic-coated braided wire. That was fun to watch, because they chewed through the plastic, then figured out it hurt to bite the wire.

When I moved the feeder to a pole away from the tree, they learned to make dive-bomber leaps from overhanging branches, grabbing at the feeder as they hurtled by. With practice, they've improved their accuracy and success rate, but it has to hurt when they miss.

Up to now, common practice has been to hang on to the feeder and rake the seed to the ground below, searching for the occasional sunflower seed like a kid going for the peanuts in a box of cracker-jacks.

But now, one of them has accidentally stumbled upon the secret of the new feeder, and they've learned how to hit the jackpot at will. more...

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1 Damn clever, those rodents. Betcha they figure out how to beat the 'squirrel-proof' feeders sooner or later.

Posted by: Victor at February 08, 2004 10:06 AM (16A49)

2 After years of losing the squirrel battle - including several "squirrel proof feeders, my neighbor acheived success. He hung an ordinary feeder on a wire from a tree. About 10 inches above the feeder he suspended a used blade from a curcurlar saw! The squirrels would make it down the wire to the blade but quickly learned that there wa no way past that point.

The squirrels were left withnothing but to hunt for what the birds might have dropped below.

He later replaced the blade with a smooth sheet of metal without a shrp edge. The suirrels could get to that, but if they trid to get to the edge their weight would cause it ti tip and would nothing to hold onto they would fall to the ground.

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at February 08, 2004 11:36 AM (CSxVi)

3 I've heard of similar tactics using a castaway vinyl record, but in this day and age of CD's I don't know how successful you'd be at finding the materials. But the circular saw blade sounds like an even MORE effective idea!

Another friend of mine did something similar with a large downward-pointing cone of sheet-metal that hung over the feeder. The squirrels would try to stand on it but would slide right off the cone, well beyond any reach of the feeder, and onto the distant ground below. It not only kept the fuzzy-tailed tree rats away, it also kept the rain off the feeder--and off of any birds who stopped by to eat.

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at February 08, 2004 02:07 PM (GFPIS)

4 I just bought a bird feeder, but I haven't hung it up yet because I am to lazy to trek through the snow to my tree. When the snow melts I will hang it up, but I hope I don't have as many problems as you od Ted.

Posted by: Rocket Man Blog at February 08, 2004 06:29 PM (/X52Z)

5 Rocket Man, make sure you make it easy to refill. Our very first feeder needed me to climb a small ladder to do that. What a pain.

So far I've seen two types of 'automatic' squirrel-proof feeders. Both types use the weight of the squirrel, one closes a contact which electrifies the tray (uses batteries), the other closes the access to the seed.

I don't mind the squirrels too much. They only eat the sunflower seeds, and the birds have learned to look around at the base of the feeder for seeds. Plus, they live in my neighbor's attic, and he's a jerk.

Posted by: Ted at February 08, 2004 08:43 PM (2sKfR)

6 Thanks for the tips Ted. I had planned on hanging it about head level so I could reach it. I guess I will have to play around with it over time to see how it works out.

Posted by: Rocket Man Blog at February 09, 2004 02:07 AM (/X52Z)

7 The other consolation to keep in mind as the damn squirrels hoover out your feeder is that they don't eat what they harvest - at least not right away. Most of it goes into the cheek pouches to be stashed away in some hiding place for later. Fortunatley the poor buggers have really lousy memories, so the birds usually get to the stash first anyway. A more roundabout route, but the birds do benefit in the end.

Paul

Posted by: Light & Dark at February 09, 2004 08:27 PM (Hrm9v)

8 I was going to do an entry on this subject! Now you have beaten me to it.

1. Don't get a wooden feeder - they are useless and squirrels will chew them. Also they are harder to clean.

2. Don't hang your feeder from a tree. Get a pole from Wild birds unlimited with a baffle to prevent squirrels and racoons from climbing up. Place the pole far away enough from a tree so that squirrels can't jump to it. Birds will like it because they don't like the feeders to be so close to a tree that they can't see cats or hawks hiding there.

3 buy a squirrel proof (weight activated) feeder. This can also be used to control larger birds if you have a lot of starlings.

4 Get a dog. My dog has huge prey drive and is more than happy to chase squirrels away.

5 Set up a diversion feeder. One far away from your main feeder and fill it with corn (squirrels love corn). The squirrels will congregate there.


BTW:Ted my yard species count since October 15th when I moved here is 27 species.

Can ya beat it?

Posted by: The Meatriarchy at February 10, 2004 02:53 PM (x3H0D)

9 Our wooden bird feeder has lasted longer than any other before. The squirrels do chew on it some, but not too bad. Also, I don't clean them very often. Once in a while if we've had a long rain we'll get some seeds sprouting at the bottom of the tray, that I'll scrape out and take a quick brush to to prevent mold.

I like the idea of diversion feeders. Unfortunately, my yard is small and completely overhung with a giant maple, so the dive bombing continues no matter where I hang the feeder.

We don't have a problem with Starlings, but we get lots of doves and pigeons at times. They're not agressive, but tend to chase the other birds away because they're so much bigger and come in flocks.

The dogs love chasing the squirrels.

I'll start a list of what we've seen and post it soon, hopefully I get find some links to pictures. I don't know if we seen quite that much variety, but it has been wonderful.

Posted by: Ted at February 11, 2004 10:54 AM (blNMI)

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