Might I suggest a good natured mate….
Yesterday I saw a Northern Shrike for the first time. They’re the only carnivorous songbird, often impaling their victims on barbed wire fence.
When the shrike moved from a tree branch to the ground it was so graceful. I probably said, “Wow” out loud. I mistook its controlled strength for gentleness.
I couldn’t get very close, but it inspired me to jot down “longer lense” on my birthday/christmas list.
This afternoon I said to Jon, “The greenhouse is getting pretty full!”
He said, “You do know that it’s a laundry room right?”
We both laughed.
I’d like to carve out a corner of the greenhouse/laundry room to store the suet away from the opossum at night, but I better not push it.