As unbelievable as it seems to me, the Location finder on WP is still close with that same city, but wrong, as you can see how what’s listed below does not match the name of my site. Growing in Fitchburg doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, right? Continue reading “Two solid weeks of “I don’t live there””
Category: Oh noes!
Things go awry sometimes that maybe you could have prevented, but not always.
Guardianship update: 23rd August 2018 #4
At last we reach the final installment of the sad day update. Continuing on from the last post, how are the five? One, I recently started posting about in another update, so here’s the rest of Junior’s story. Continue reading “Guardianship update: 23rd August 2018 #4”
Guardianship update: 23rd August 2018 #3
As I said in my last post (#2), all hell had broken loose for me at that moment. I was a failure. The not too distant memory of two daily releases of two butterflies per day sat in stark contrast with what I had before me. Continue reading “Guardianship update: 23rd August 2018 #3”
Guardianship update: 23rd August 2018 #2
This post picks up where #1 left off. Here I’ll talk about both mistakes and best case scenario based decisions that were made about the malformed chrysalis. Continue reading “Guardianship update: 23rd August 2018 #2”
Day 3 of a different “I don’t live there”
Today is now the 3rd day that when I try to use the “Get current location” feature under “More Options” on WordPress, it is trying to say I am somewhere else (Fitchburg). Unlike before, this mistake is closer in real distance, but it’s still wrong. I’ll report back when it rights itself again.
Guardianship update: 23rd August 2018 #1
Last Saturday was a sad day for us. One unexpected development with a malformed chrysalis led to mistakes that could have caused the loss of up to all six chrysalises we had at the time if I had done things in a different order and/or way.
Wait…I don’t live there.
When I was checking on an earlier post to make sure I had fixed a typo, I noticed the wrong town was listed from the locator function we can use on our posts. So I started checking others, and was dismayed to find it wasn’t a one off. Continue reading “Wait…I don’t live there.”
We need a dust bath decoy
I am an idiot. Of all the things to forget about with gardening, I forgot about sparrows and dust baths (aka sand baths).
If you don’t know about this habit, the crazy almost rolling popping they do in such cases is them trying to fluff their feathers out to get the dust as near to their skin as possible. The dust on their skin helps act as a deterrent to pests that would live there and annoy and possibly sicken the birds.
So if you see something like that, the bird hasn’t gone mad. A cluster of them fluffing and flinging doesn’t mean they are a performance group. It’s just self care. Continue reading “We need a dust bath decoy”
Waterworks unturned
A fickle weather report resulted in arid night soil. Despite the humidity, I know the kitchen garden’s thirst is likely as strong as my desire to grab a flashlight and go outside to fill the can and do what would have been done had I checked again earlier and saw the cloud shift.
How can I expect them to survive, these children I one day hope to eat like Cronos did his own? I feel as cruel as he, though my planned timeline for their demise is longer than he gave his own. Yet I have greater fear of even the whiff of the skunks I know wander through at night than I fear for their health and wellbeing.
Hold fast, young plants! Water will come to you with the dawn. Forgive this terrible mother, and don’t let one night’s scarcity stem your growing selves.
(Yes, I know my brain heads in odd directions sometimes. Other times, my thinking seems to take a more even path, too.)