In our backyard, Sylvia has erected three feeders and a hummingbird feeder, all of which are getting good action. What you see here is an American Goldfinch in its winter plumage. I also have a
poor picture of a couple of hummingbirds. I shall try again.
We also have scrub jays, red-winged blackbirds, Oregon juncos, house finches and some kind of sparrow (so far unidentifiable).
In case you didn't know I am a bird watcher, I am what I am.
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Cats have more fun than anybody -- sometimes.
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A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. She spends $15,000, but feels pretty good about the result.
On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to bjuy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
"About 32," is the reply. "Nope! I am exactly 50!"
A little while later she goes into a McDonald's and asks the counter girl the same question. The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29." The woman replies, with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50 -- but thank you."
While waiting for a bus to go home, she asks an old man this burning question.
He replies, "Lady, I'm 77 (merely a coincidence, fans) and my eyesight is going (another coincidence). Although, when I was young, there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only then, can I tell EXACTLY how old you are."
They wait in silence onthe empty street until her curiousity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead."
He slips both hands under blouse and bra and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and mentally weigh each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. After a couple of minutes of this, he rests. "Okay, okay," she says, "how old am I?"
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands and says, "Madam, you are 50."
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible. How could you tell?"
The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?" She says, "I promise." And he says, "I was behind you at McDonalds."
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My favorite word today is
atheism. N., I don't believe that. A non-prophet organization.
So this guy asks, "We realize it's a tradition in Islam for men to dance with men, and women to dance with women. But, at our wedding reception, my fiance and I would like your permission for us to dance together."
Open Letter to All Men:
"Dear Abby: 
The Commanding Officer of a Regiment in the U.S. Marine Corps was about to start the morning briefing to his Staff and Battalion and Company Commanders. While waiting for the coffee machine to finish its brewing, the C.O. decided to pose a question to all assembled. He explained that his wife had been a bit frisky the night before and he failed to get his usual amount of sound sleep. He posed the question of just how much of sex was "work" and how much of it was "pleasure." The X.O. chimed in with 75-25% in favor of work. A Captain said it was 50-50%. The Colonel's aide responded with 25-75% in favor if pleasure, depending upon his state of inebriation at the time. There being no consensus, the Colonel turned to the PFC who was in charge of making the coffee. What was HIS opinion?
The Old Old Lady of the Hills actually beat me to this kind of art, and is showing the works of just one artist, Peter Callesen, of Denmark, perhaps the master in the field. Go see what Ms. Old Old has got in store for you. (This is a picture of "the Old Lady," from her site. Not so old, huh?)
Sometime back I said I would get a better picture of a Hummingbird someday, and so I have. This little jewel at Sylvia's feeder is an Anna's Hummingbird and we love it like a brother.
This little flick is not so good, but at least you can see it is TWO Anna's hummers, which is more than one. Both are buried nose deep in the sugar water. I also have a picture of something that looks like a starling but is not a starling. Back to the bird book....
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"Juno" -- This here is about a Roman goddess by name of Juno. Jennifer Garner is in this one, but she isn't the one who gets knocked up. This film isn't real clear about who got whom pregnant, maybe because of all the pregnant pauses, and maybe because Juno is so much to everybody (Goddess of marriage, home and childbirth). Anyway, we know it wasn't Zeus, because he belongs to a different set of God things (Greek). Rated P.G. for obvious reasons.
In our backyard, Sylvia has erected three feeders and a hummingbird feeder, all of which are getting good action. What you see here is an American Goldfinch in its winter plumage. I also have a 
But, since I am now old and in the way, I am going to repeat a b**g I wrote before, and re-show a cartoon that is me forever: dung beetles at work. Herewith, from Jan. 23. 2005:
An old lady was standing at the rail of a cruise ship holding her hat so the wind wouldn't blow it away. A gentleman approached and said, "Pardon me, madam, I do not intend to be forward but did you know that your dress is blowing upward in this wind?"
