My readers will be well aware by now of my struggles in digging out the unwanted bluebells and to a lesser extent the montbretia plants in my gardens front and rear. I began the work at the beginning of the year and even before then I had done some of that work. In fact I remember doing some work on 25th December as celebrations on Christmas day for me are a non-event. Anyway it had been over two months basically doing the work and I was happy that I could look forward to just maintaining the status quo. Alas on Friday I noticed an area I hadn’t even thought about which had a few bluebells in it and many montbretia too. I wasn’t fussed about the montbretia for we have quite a lot of it in the front garden. It is easier to control and it doesn’t look out-of-place where we have it. The bluebells however I wanted rid of. This is the area, the border alongside the drive to the left of the house.
The picture doesn’t show the bluebells but the montbretia is easily seen beneath the bushes next to the wall on the right. The montbretia is kept in check simply by grabbing a handful of leaves and gently pulling them out but the bluebells require digging out to remove the bulbs. I had done a small electrical job on Friday morning and on my return home got stuck into removing the bluebells which actually didn’t take as long as I thought though there may be a couple I’ve missed. As I was about to finish that work I received another request for my electrical services so I drove there and did that work. Now perhaps I can take a break from the garden for a couple of days which is just as well for we have rain forecast!
I’ve been quite busy on the electrical front, all small jobs but very profitable nevertheless. I prefer the type of work I am doing for a couple of reasons, not least of all my age! What I like is the freedom and flexibility the smaller jobs allow me to have whereas when I worked full-time I never got a minute to myself unless I turned down work. Not a good idea if it is your main income. However, since I had an income from a private pension when I started self-employment twenty years ago that was less of a problem. Since I began receiving my State Pension eleven years ago there isn’t a problem at all when it comes to taking time off. That however isn’t me, if the work is small, and that’s all I will do these days, I am more inclined to do it. Having said that the pressure of offers sometimes is relentless. I even get called when I am not advertising! Much of my time so far this year has been spent in the gardens and no doubt that will increase as the weather warms up. It was another lovely sunny day on Thursday but still cold in the westerly wind. I went to do a job in a house on the other side of town at nine o’clock and had it finished just an hour later. As has often been the case recently I again noticed a few bluebells in the front flowerbeds on my return home. (Picture taken last year)Most were simply small and close to the surface but a couple were rooted deep beneath the soil. I wondered how I had failed to see them on my previous visits but they do grow quickly and short of removing all the plants and turning over the whole flowerbed soil I am bound to miss a few. Needless to say I put on my overalls and dug them out before digging a few more out of the flowerbed by the small greenhouse in the rear garden. (Picture also from last year) I thought I might have been able to sit out on the patio for a time but the wind was too strong and by early afternoon the clouds rolled in to blot out the sunshine. It wasn’t to be, not yet.
The work of digging out the bluebells has been very punishing. Although the work is and has been hard it is the fact that I am still finding plenty of them in places where I have already worked extensively. I got up late on Wednesday morning as there was no work scheduled and no reason to get up early and after a late breakfast of just fruit I resisted the temptation to have a walk around the garden to see if there were any more bluebells breaking through the surface. It has got to that point where I am actually frightened to even look because every time I do I find some! I had lunch late too but the idea of getting out into the sun-filled garden got the better of me and I had a quick walk about the rear garden returning indoors to put on my overalls to start digging out the few bluebells I had seen.
A common scold gets her comeuppance in the dunking stool. A seventeenth century woodcut. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
There were a few in the larger beds but not many so I spent only a short time there. I moved to the bed alongside the patio and found many more there to remove together with a few montbretia. That particular bed had been filled with montbretia until I revamped the bed some time ago and removed them so I expected to find the occasional one to dig out. There were far more bluebells there on Wednesday though none were deep-seated. Having finished in that bed I noticed a couple in the Mound where I had thoroughly worked in removing the bluebells only a couple of days earlier for the second time. I began to remove them, and they were deep under the ground, then as I did I noticed more. So it went on all along the front of the bed until I reached the space in front of the tree where I had removed something like thirty to fifty on my first visit weeks earlier. I hadn’t counted them, it was just an estimate but save to say they had all been in the same spot and deep beneath the soil. I found more on Wednesday in that same spot, well over a hundred of them and very deep among the tree’s roots! With each scrape of the fork I loosened more of them. It seemed that there were more bulbs than soil! Finally I reached the point where I couldn’t see any more of them and began to back-fill the hole with filtered soil. Thinking I had finished for the day I saw yet another a few centimetres away and found it wasn’t just the one, it was about ten of them! All I can say is that I have probably eradicated most of them…………..I do hope so.
The UK has a peculiar weather system though it has to be said that the weather often varies for each country and in different parts of those countries. For a small land mass the weather can vary enormously from one end to the other. It is all to do with location of course and it could be much worse if it were not for the Gulf Stream sending warm water from The Caribbean. There were some hailstones on the roof beneath my bedroom window though there were none on the grass as in the picture above taken a couple of years ago around about the same time of year. That said the weather hasn’t been too bad considering it is still Winter even though, as far as the Meteorological Office is concerned, Winter ended on March 1st. Winter really ends at the Spring Equinox on March 21st. So one day may be warm and pleasant in these parts at this time of year then the next day it is bitterly cold as it was on Tuesday. I had to walk into an area close towards the town centre to carry out some business and when I set off from home it felt cold. I was suitably wrapped-up though and a little cold weather wasn’t enough to stop me from going for a walk. It was a wet day too with occasional light rain and I had to fold the umbrella a few times in between the showers. Nothing feels so silly as walking along with the umbrella up and it has stopped raining! I did feel the cold though as I had forgotten to take along a pair of gloves. I had to keep swapping the umbrella between hands putting one in my pocket to keep it warm. Ah, UK weather. In a few week’s time it will be warmer and all the cold weather will be forgotten. I had a day to myself and for the first time wasn’t digging out bluebells for a change, not that I could have spent much time in the garden between the rain showers. I knew there would be some popping up here and there eventually and I would have to deal with them so it was nice to get a break from that for a day at least. I received a few calls for my electrical services though I rejected all but one of them. That one I arranged to do on Friday. It is odd that I still get offers of work even when I don’t advertise as was the case this week.
The blue ‘three triangles’ logo, which stations have to display, identifies approved MOT test stations. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
……the bad and the ugly. To be truthful Monday presented me with the good, a wee bit of the bad but none of the ugly. Come to think of it there is no such thing as the ugly. If we are talking about people every one is beautiful…..in their own way (sounds like a song), we are all God‘s creatures. Monday was the day I took my van in for a service and an MOT test. The appointment was for eight-thirty but as usual with me I arrived almost thirty minutes early. It didn’t matter as some of the staff were there. I left them to get on with it and took the mile and a half, well a little bit short of that, walk into the town centre. I had a large sum of money to deposit. I arrived there half an hour earlier than the bank opens its doors so I popped into ‘Nero’s‘ for a large latte and waited. Although the weather forecast was for rain it remained dry until mid-afternoon but by that time I was at home again. I made the deposit and then did some browsing in a department store looking at clothes. Whilst in there the service station called me to verify the level of service I had asked for. The MOT test had by that time been completed and my vehicle had passed the test. It wouldn’t take long for them to complete the service so I made plans to walk back but first I had some more browsing to do. The service station is located on one of the main trunk-roads out-of-town where several large stores are located. Before calling at the service station I visited two of the stores, the second of which was an electrical appliance and computer outlet, ‘Currys‘, part of the ‘Carphone Warehouse Group‘. I called in to ask about a problem I was having with my Windows 10 laptop which won’t connect to the Internet even though there isn’t a problem with the adapter. It recognises the router and connects to it. Apparently it is a Windows 10 program fault. The odd thing is I had been on-line using the machine the previous night! As I seldom use the machine there was no urgency in solving the problem. My main machine runs Windows 7 which in my estimation is far superior and gives me no problems whatsoever. Anyway while in the store I browsed the fridge and fridge/freezer stock and immediately saw the fridge/freezer I would buy if the one I mentioned in yesterday’s post doesn’t improve. It was time to get to the service station to collect the van. It had cost £40 for the MOT test and £85 for the service. I was happy enough with the charge and paid up. I didn’t drive home though, instead I drove to the pub and treated myself to a meal. So everything was good. I have been keeping a close eye on the flowerbeds at home looking for bluebells appearing and when I finally got home I saw a few in different places in the front garden. Soon after I had gotten indoors to change my clothes and put on my overalls I went into the front garden and dug out those I had seen. I went into the rear garden and likewise saw a few more dotted about here and there so dug those out too. That was the bad part of my day but it is something I am going to have to do for quite some time yet.
I eat a lot of fruit and vegetables and have done so for many years. Typically I will have nine or ten portions every day and sometimes more than that. Although I eat fresh fruit and vegetables I also eat those which have been frozen or canned. For fruit I may mix both in a bowl and top them with cream or ice cream. It was Saturday afternoon and I was about to have some mixed fruit topped with ice cream. I had taken the ice cream carton out of the freezer for a scoop or two but found it as hard as nails! Usually, because it is a soft ice cream, it is fairly soft even when frozen and easy to scoop out. Using a hammer and chisel would even have been difficult. I had pouring cream on my fruit instead. I had to investigate why the ice cream was so hard. It transpired that the freezer wasn’t under control and just kept running thereby super-freezing the food. Last year I had an engineer in to check out the freezer under guarantee and for a time all was fine but a few months later the problem returned. The unit is well beyond its guarantee so any repairs would have to be paid for. What I did learn was one, the temperature sensor had been loose at the last repair and two, there was a possibility that the defrosting heater was faulty. If the latter were true it would mean a completely new fridge-freezer! How ridiculous is that? That is modern design for you and I come across similar things in some of the equipment I am involved in installing as an electrician. I fear the fridge-freezer has a faulty defrost heater. As the heater cannot be seen nor its connections be found it is impossible to replace it. The engineer informed me as such. So then it appears I will have to buy yet another fridge-freezer if I find my restitution attempts are only temporary. I had to remove the internal panel, break off the huge block of ice that had formed, secure the sensor and check out the fan. The unit is back in service but for how long? I may buy a new unit to replace that which is presently in the kitchen and put that one in the dining area where the possibly faulty one now stands. In any event I think it will be a case of buying a new unit unless we decide one is enough. All I wanted was some ice cream!
No-spam (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
How many times have you received unsolicited mail whether paper or electronic? Telephone calls from unknown callers? I’ll wager many and if you are anything like me you are probably fed up with it all. It is easy to throw away unsolicited paper mail and just as easy to delete emails. Telephone calls are a nuisance and the only solutions are hang-up, block (if it is possible) or simply don’t answer. All are an inconvenience and as far as I am concerned an intrusion. Many years ago I realised that advertising, aside from it being necessary for promoting business, was also becoming a nuisance in the way it was being thrust upon us. In today’s world it has become increasingly aggressive too. I remember years ago being encouraged to make savings by buying certain brands over others or encouraging me to save money by taking up special offers. ‘Save 10, 15 even 20% by buying our goods’ is a frequently used phrase in the advertising world. My answer to that one is that I can make even more in the way of saving, 100% ! Why would I want to make a saving of 20% when I can make one of 100% ? In other words, I am not interested. I am disinterested in the majority of advertising that comes my way no matter which form it takes. Too much advertising produces a negative response. My attitude had always been and will always remain, if I didn’t ask for it I don’t want it! My recycle bins get full very quickly. Unwanted and unsolicited phone calls have the sender’s number listed on my phone as ‘Spam’, Spam 1, Spam 2 and so on so that each time they call I can see who it is and ignore them. If I could block them I would. Presently there are nineteen of them on my mobile phone. If by chance an unsolicited call comes through on the house phone and I answer I immediately hang up once I realise it is an unsolicited call. My house phone isn’t listed in the directory and even has a block on it but still some calls get through now and then. Life it seems is a battle with advertising companies but one I will engage in if that’s what it takes. For me it is all spam………..
I don’t often work on Saturday and even less so on a Sunday and for Sundays only in emergency situations. I mentioned in yesterday’s post that I would be getting the weekend free of work but later in the evening someone called to ask if I would fit a replacement ceiling light. As my van would be in for a service and MOT test on Monday and she wanted the work doing as soon as possible I offered to do it on Saturday morning. It wouldn’t take long for me to do the work and I wouldn’t be doing anything special on Saturday morning anyway. Her house is something like twelve miles away, a nice little journey across country and one that I took slowly as I like to do when I’ve the chance. Sometimes we have to go with the flow so to speak and that is often at a faster pace because of the traffic we have to drive in. There was hardly a soul on the roads in front of me so I could take my time. When the lady had called me it came about in the conversation that I was feeling a little tired after the day’s work digging out bluebells. She asked if she could have some. Well everyone is different so I took a large bag of the said bluebell bulbs with me to give to her. She could have had the lot if she felt so inclined! She told me she wanted to fill the flowerbeds with them and wondered if there would be enough. I had taken a few hundred bulbs to give to her and explained that they would multiply and end up growing everywhere but she wasn’t put off by the fact. It takes all sorts I suppose. Fitting the light was no problem in itself but the house wiring was lacking in length and made connecting difficult. I had to fit a short length of flexible cable to the light before I could install it but that is sometimes the case. It is annoying to me when other electricians leave so little slack in the wiring when they do the installation, a few extra centimetres makes all the difference. I was asked if I could replace a broken wall power outlet up in one of the bedrooms. That was simple enough, a five-minute job which I duly did for her and was soon on my way back home with some extra cash in my purse. Much better than sitting around doing nothing and I get paid too!
Bluebells (Hyacinthoides non-scripta) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
…..almost everything when it comes to digging out bluebells! I had one small job to do on Friday morning in an apartment less than four hundred metres from home. It was a simple job that turned out to be anything but simple in its execution. I had one ceiling light and one wall light to install in a bathroom, a usually straightforward task but it was one of those jobs that seemed to have everything going against me. Now I would normally take less than an hour to do this sort of job but I ended up taking twice that time and it was mostly due to poorly designed units. The lights nevertheless looked nice when lit which according to the customer made it all worthwhile. She didn’t have to install them! Anyway I was back home at eleven o’clock having started the work at nine. Before I had left home to do the job I had seen a few bluebells in the same flowerbed in the front garden which I have worked in quite a few times recently digging out bluebells as they begin to appear. I had enough time to get down to digging out the new arrivals, about fifteen of them in four different places! On my return home I saw one more bluebell but it was in the other flowerbed where I had to remove a Fuchsia a few weeks ago in order to get at the bluebells growing there beneath it. I dug that out with my bare hands then went indoors. Before doing anything else I put on my overalls and boots and went into the rear garden to dig out more bluebells in the flowerbeds again. The other day I had found myself behind the trees and shrubs getting at the many bluebells growing there but I hadn’t completed that work, I returned there to finish it off before finally getting to the ‘Mound’ again to begin, you guessed it, digging out more bluebells. I guess it must have been a little after twelve o’clock when I started on the Mound and it would be four o’clock before I had finished there. The bulbs there were growing profusely despite my having done much filtering there recently. The most annoying things about digging out the bluebells are their numbers and the fact that so many are deep under the surface and often beneath tree roots. I had missed lunch because I was determined to get as many bulbs out of the ground as I could find knowing that it might be many days before I got the opportunity again as rain was forecast. As it turned out I managed to cover the whole Mound before returning indoors. I would get the weekend free from work at least. I would also get Monday free from work too…my van had an appointment at the service station for a service and an MOT test.
Love in Thoughts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My thoughts are fixed, my mind is set, I walk along the path with you.
My eyes are open, yet I cannot see, I feel your presence
Standing there right next to me.
I call your name, no answer comes, well nothing I can hear
I wait impatiently for you to whisper something sweet into my ear.
Why Lord do you not speak? Why Lord do you not say to me you care?
What can I do when all my thoughts are fixed on you?
I should know better, yes I know I should
For you don’t answer me in ways I thought you would.
But you are always there……….
Shirley Anne 23 Feb 2017
Sometimes I get the feeling or rather forget my Lord is with me throughout the days. When everything seems to be going wrong, when nothing seems to be going right, I forget Lord that you are standing by my side throughout it all. You see my weaknesses, my strengths, my heart’s wishes and the way I deal with them. You notice everything and so I have to be careful in my ways that I don’t offend you. Many times I fail Lord, you know it. You know all my faults and indiscretions yet still you love me and are ready to forgive. What a wonderful God you are. You love me so much that you gave your only begotten Son who paid the penalty for all my sins, my wrongdoing, the penalty I should be paying. You set me free and all you want is for me to love you back. I try my best Lord but know I fall short. By your mercy, grace and love I am saved. Thank you Lord. I stay the course because of our mutual love. My heart is fixed upon you……
I had been working again in the rear garden yesterday removing more bluebells but had run out of dry weather as well as running out of daylight and had to stop for the day. Most of what I was doing in the two hours between three and five o’clock was centred at the far end of the long flowerbed toward the ‘Mound’ and especially behind the trees. I had piled up everything I had dug out ready to put it in a bucket to dump it all. However the rain by then was heavy so I left everything and went indoors. According to the weather forecast a storm was heading in our direction to arrive on Thursday but that high winds and rain would precede it on Wednesday afternoon for my location. I lowered the flag we have in the front garden yesterday because the forecast of very high winds reaching perhaps 60 mph would rip it apart. I decided therefore to get up early and get out in the garden while there was time. Almost everywhere I had removed bluebells a few weeks ago I now found had more growing there! ‘Enough already’ I thought to myself as I got stuck in to the seemingly endless task ahead of me. My only consolation is in knowing I have removed many thousands of them, possibly and most probably around eight thousand by this point in time. So that will be eight thousand less plants producing seeds and making matters impossible. As it stands today, Wednesday as I write this, I still have the tail-end of the corner plot to finish though that should only take a couple of hours. Unfortunately, again according to the weather forecast, we can expect rain for many of the days ahead. The break, if I get one, will allow any other bluebells to grow and show themselves and I will be waiting with my little hand fork to escort them away! The two months I have spent thus far digging out montbretia and bluebells off and on is beginning to rip me apart too! Hopefully the major part of the project will be over soon but as I have mentioned in previous posts, it will be on-going maintenance for many months yet.
Update: Later in the afternoon I returned to the corner plot and finished filtering the soil as it hadn’t rained. That rain came later in the evening. So here is a picture taken from inside the greenhouse….
The plant in the pot is another shrub. It was an offshoot of a large bright green shrub further along the flowerbed far to the left. You can see it in the top picture dead centre. I had been working beneath that shrub earlier in the day removing more bluebells. The offshoot became detached in the process. It has of course its own root system. I put it into a pot until I decide to plant it later and after ensuring there are no more bluebells or montbretia plants in that place.
Awake is the New Sleep (2005) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
What a crazy day I had on Monday! I went to bed around ten o’clock on Sunday night but didn’t actually begin to sleep until twelve-fifteen. How do I know that? I had made a point of checking the time on my phone, which I use as an alarm too, closed my eyes and didn’t wake up until exactly four hours later. That was it! I couldn’t return to sleep no matter how hard I tried so I gave in and got out of bed. I was sat eating breakfast at five-thirty and fully wide awake. What was I going to do for the next three hours before driving off to my first job of the day? I watched television, went on-line, played guitar (quietly) but was soon bored doing those things. Still, I had to wait, I had no choice. It was eight-twenty as I left the house and I arrived at the job just before nine as arranged. The work involved repairs to a couple of cabinet lights and their wiring. Whoever had installed them had hidden the wiring behind a panel as expected but they had also hidden the transformer and connection box behind the panel too. The problem was that the panel couldn’t be removed without causing a great deal of damage! Crazy or what? I wondered what had been going through the person’s mind when they did the work. Did they think the parts would never go faulty? I ended up rewiring the lights and hiding the wiring in small trunking inside the cabinets that were the bedroom’s built-in furniture. Unfortunately one of the lights needed replacing but none were available close-by. I had to drive back to my own town to fetch one then return and fit it. My coiled-up spring was beginning to unwind and I had another job to do before I could even think about driving homeward. When the work was done it was approaching one-thirty and I was feeling rather hungry having not eaten for eight hours. I drove homeward and paid a visit to my local pub to have a meal there but it was way after two-thirty before it was on the table before me. Nine hours are a long time between meals when one is working. My eyes began to close as I sat at home later writing this. It was only four-thirty in the afternoon and I wondered if I would make it to evening without falling asleep beforehand! As I get older I am finding it difficult to cope with hardly any sleep, not because I need more sleep but because I end up with all those extra hours awake with nothing much to do in them.
Dig Dug: Digging Strike (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It is a great feeling to be at that stage in life whereby you can pretty much do as you please as far as what you do in a day. At weekends I don’t do any electrical work unless in an emergency so if I don’t wish to do anything at all over the weekend then I don’t. On Sunday I was in no hurry to get up but I arose as soon as I awoke. After a shower and getting dressed I sauntered downstairs just before ten o’clock and had a bowl of fruit with a little muesli and milk. I had been thinking about going for a walk or maybe dining out at the pub to wile away the afternoon but by two o’clock I wasn’t feeling particularly well kind of like the way you feel when you have a bad cold. I decided to remain at home and have a late lunch instead, after all I had made a vegetable and chicken stew the previous day so there was no need to do any cooking. To kill a bit of time before lunch I made another ‘slab’ of rock cake because the other had been so nice but had all been eaten. After lunch I was feeling much better. The day before I had experienced problems getting my mobile phone connection. No matter where I was in the house or the gardens the message read ‘No network available’. As I was home it didn’t bother me too much because callers could contact me over the house phone if it was urgent. I wanted to contact a new friend just to say hello and couldn’t reach her even by text. I tried again on Sunday afternoon and suddenly everything was back to normal but I had a lot of catching up to do answering messages that had been left, mostly from people wanting electrical work done. I was able to contact my friend too and learned she was in the south of the country tending to her mother. Anyway before my phone connection had been restored I had been out in the front garden checking for a signal and noticed more bluebells growing in the right-hand flowerbed again. I had to dig them out, I couldn’t leave them for another day, they had to go! It was only a few days earlier I had been digging out bluebells in the same bed. They are a pain in the proverbial to put it mildly. As I was fetching the kneeling stool which I had stored in the greenhouse I noticed another bluebell in the flowerbed by the greenhouses which I dug out once I had finished in the front garden. Thinking I had found them all I began to put the equipment away but lo and behold there were more, then more in the next bed. Finally I decided to dig out the couple I had seen in the flowerbed next to the patio whilst I was at it but didn’t get that far. On the way there I saw more in the ‘Mound’ which I started to remove. As I dug them out more appeared with each dig with the trowel or fork and before I knew it I had a bucket full of them! At last I got to the flowerbed next to the patio and dug out a couple there. I have never seen so many bluebell bulbs and plants in such relatively small areas, even rabbits don’t ‘breed’ so profusely! I did say there would be more and more and more and more………..yawn!
Did you know that squirrels like beer? I did not know that. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Usually a term used to describe (in the dictionary – as a noun) ‘an act or instance of surveying or of taking a comprehensive view of something’. I am applying it in reference to my amble around my garden: amble: a verb – ‘to go at a slow, easy pace; stroll; saunter’, something I do quite often in the gardens throughout the year. I’ve grown to love and appreciate my gardens in the last few years whilst reflecting upon all the work I have done to get them to where they are now. My little surveys reveal the things I need to do to keep on top of things. Currently my thoughts are centred around spotting bluebells which have escaped my notice especially in the areas in which I have been working to remove them but also in other places they might appear. It was late on Saturday morning when I took a stroll along the path by the greenhouses and the first thing I noticed was a bluebell growing in the patch in front of the small greenhouse. I fetched the small garden fork and dug it out. Then I saw another and some more in the same general area. I have been expecting more to show as the weather gets warmer and I’ve not been disappointed! Having dug about thirty and removed them I thought that would be the end of it but no, there were some growing in the small plot nearby too. I removed them. I checked over the whole flowerbeds by the greenhouses to make sure I had removed all that had shown themselves. I spent a little time digging out a few more bluebells in the unfinished part of the corner plot where I have been working recently. I went indoors to prepare a meal. It was around three o’clock when I decided to take another amble around the garden and my keen eyes spotted a couple of bluebells in the flowerbed by the patio. I didn’t take any immediate action but noted where they were for the next time I would be working in the garden. I hadn’t much intention to work in the garden on the day because I wanted a rest from it and the weather forecast had been for rain anyway, though it didn’t rain until much later in the day. I spent a little time filling the seed dispenser for the birds as E seems to have forgotten to do it. On Friday morning I saw the strangest thing when looking out of the window into the rear garden. I saw ‘our’ little grey squirrel running along the top of the garden wall holding a slice of bread in its mouth! I never knew squirrels liked bread (and beer apparently) but I guess they will eat anything if hungry. We had been putting out nuts for them but hadn’t seen much of the squirrels lately due to the cold weather. Anyway the squirrel was being pursued by a jay who wanted a piece of the action but the squirrel was having none of it and kept out of the bird’s way. Funny what you see in the garden if you take the time to look.