I made the kitchen windows more open and set up watering and food for the birds. Charlie Sue watches over her canine friends and she dotes on her two favorites in the backyard.
I moved the living room around, a useless exercise, so I voted the davenport out. In Moline, we had a davenport, so do not smirk. In Ontario we had a chesterfield and plugged in the hydro rather than the electricity. I played a small part in excommunicating the davenport, while doubling the size and lighting of the living room. Thus two chairs were moved to the window for enjoying the antics of the animal parade.
Within a few hours the stars showed up for their close-ups. With a birdfeeder, having a small built-in bathtub for the birds was clever, along with seed combinations and plenty of landings, take-offs, and jittery twitches. The rabbit left the garden and crossed over the driveway, then walked back later. Nota bene - The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit, a famous movie long ago. Gregory Peck, but you knew that.
