Tulips are better than one
May. 10th, 2012 11:56 pmCurrently at Toronto Pearson: 11. High today: 16.
Rounding out my spring flowers, here's a tulip that was trampled by a raccoon or a cat or a possum or who knows what:

I'm teaching it to play the piano:

Today I planted sunflowers (two varieties), four o'clocks, gazanias, zinnias (two varieties), and butterfly weed--all seeds, directly into the ground. I saw the mother raccoon pawing around where I'd planted the butterfly weed--I opened the door, and she ambled off. This morning, after the garbage truck came, I noticed two guys next door poking and probing the garbage can at the curb--my first thought was that they were the bomb squad, but it turned out they were removing two baby raccoons--two of those five that were transported across our yard, I'm sure--one of which ran across the road, and the other of which stuffed itself under our green bin. L. attempted to give it a piece of bread but was rebuffed, and then the two guys advanced threateningly on our green bin, so L. picked it up and the little raccoon ran off under a car, and then disappeared. Before we left for Edmonton last week, I planted some green onions; something, presumably squirrels, has dug up two of them so far--just left the first one lying there, peeled and bit the second one. I've got several varieties of squash, broccoli, cauliflower, and peas growing in our so-called solarium, waiting for the backyard to be groundhog proof, but it sure looks like they'll outgrow their little pots before that happens. Yesterday I overheard the guy behind us saying the only thing to do is kill the thing, as it attempted unsuccessfully to climb up my chicken wire into his yard.
There was a goldfinch at my finch feeder this afternoon--it had been hanging with no customers for weeks and weeks. Earlier today I had actually dumped some of the seeds on the ground, since nothing was eating them out of the feeder.
And today, on the Lilienthaler Chaussee, a man, walking, slowed down, and looked over his shoulder into space.
Rounding out my spring flowers, here's a tulip that was trampled by a raccoon or a cat or a possum or who knows what:

I'm teaching it to play the piano:

Today I planted sunflowers (two varieties), four o'clocks, gazanias, zinnias (two varieties), and butterfly weed--all seeds, directly into the ground. I saw the mother raccoon pawing around where I'd planted the butterfly weed--I opened the door, and she ambled off. This morning, after the garbage truck came, I noticed two guys next door poking and probing the garbage can at the curb--my first thought was that they were the bomb squad, but it turned out they were removing two baby raccoons--two of those five that were transported across our yard, I'm sure--one of which ran across the road, and the other of which stuffed itself under our green bin. L. attempted to give it a piece of bread but was rebuffed, and then the two guys advanced threateningly on our green bin, so L. picked it up and the little raccoon ran off under a car, and then disappeared. Before we left for Edmonton last week, I planted some green onions; something, presumably squirrels, has dug up two of them so far--just left the first one lying there, peeled and bit the second one. I've got several varieties of squash, broccoli, cauliflower, and peas growing in our so-called solarium, waiting for the backyard to be groundhog proof, but it sure looks like they'll outgrow their little pots before that happens. Yesterday I overheard the guy behind us saying the only thing to do is kill the thing, as it attempted unsuccessfully to climb up my chicken wire into his yard.
There was a goldfinch at my finch feeder this afternoon--it had been hanging with no customers for weeks and weeks. Earlier today I had actually dumped some of the seeds on the ground, since nothing was eating them out of the feeder.
And today, on the Lilienthaler Chaussee, a man, walking, slowed down, and looked over his shoulder into space.