One of Life's Unanswerable Questions

Why do people leave bumper stickers supporting candidates from past elections on their cars?  Win or lose, you'd think they would get them off at the first opportunity.  If your candidate won, I'd think that when they screwed up, and they will screw up, you wouldn't want everyone to know that you supported the jerk.  On the other hand, if your candidate lost, even though there is some satisfaction in being able to say, "I didn't vote for the jerk who got elected," everyone knows that candidate you did vote for would have eventually screwed up if elected.

Veggie Burgers

I decided that women's basketball is like veggie burgers.  If you order a veggie burger and expect it to take just like a hamburger, you are bound to be disappointed.  But, if you appreciate it for what it is a very different and perhaps more wholesome burger, then you may really enjoy it.  Watching a women's game of basketball isn't the same as watching a men's game.  And we shouldn't expect it to be.

Inspiration Point

Somewhere, I read that New Mexico is like one big artists' colony.  There are a great many artists of all stripes and abilities here.   Classes, workshops and other instruction are readily available.  As well as opportunities to exhibit your works.  A vibrant market for art supports those who have enough skill, and they are many.  Last week, I attended one example of the many opportunities to experience art. I went to the New Mexico Art Photography Exhibit at the state fairgrounds.

I was happy that only a few people were at the exhibit hall when I went it. Few people meant that I could study the pictures in peace.   I was greeted at the door by a friendly fellow who told me all about the exhibit and gave me a card to fill out and a brochure with the exhibitors names.  I was to select my favorite photo for the people's choice award.   Later,  I found out that this man was one of the most famous of the local photographers and an able teacher of photography. Here he was greeting people and handing out exhibit information.

I walked into the main room which was, of course, belted with a rows of photographs of all sizes.  As I looked at each picture, it became apparent that all the photographers were enormously skilled.  Some of the photos in this room had purple "Best of Category"  ribbons attached.  I'm not sure what the categories were for the ribbons didn't say, nor did the cards with the photographer's name on them.

Making my way through the six rooms of photos, I wondered, over and over, how they choose the best?  Certainly, there were some that I liked a better than others, but I don't know if that was because they appealed to some personal aesthetic or if they were of a better quality.

When I went into one of the rooms,  the fellow who had greeted me was giving a critic of a landscape to a woman who was obviously the photographer.  She drank in every word as I listened to their exchange. The points he was making were infinitesimal tweaks of her work.  But then, that's the difference between good and great.

I made two circuits of the trying to select the one photo that I liked best.  I got it narrowed down to  about ten or so, but came no closer to selecting a favorite. I put the blank ballot on the table and picked up a membership form for the local photographers club.  I had gone for inspiration.  I came away, not daunted, but certainly with a greater sense of how very much I have to learn.

A little word play.

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More News from the Bird Feeder

A couple of weeks ago I finally put up the bird feeder.  I was really curious to see what birds we attract here in New Mexico.  I soon found out.  Mostly pigeons and sparrows visit our feeder.  House finches, white winged doves, Oregon juncos, a few Western scrub jays and one or two curved beak thrashers take their meals with us as well, but the most numerous at any given time are the pigeons and sparrows.

I also put out a flower pot saucer for water.  The sparrows immediately decided that was the coolest thing since the Beverly Hillbillies' cement pond for splashing around in, which they did until all the water was splashed out.  I guess bathing water is as hard to come by as drinking water in the desert.  The sparrows have stopped bathing in the drinking water, but the pigeons soak their feet regularly.

This year we are taking part in the Cornell Lab of Ornithology's Project Bird Feeder.  A couple of days a week we are to watch the feeder for a given time and report the species and numbers of birds we see.  We just started last week.  I hope we get some new customers as the seasons progress.

One morning while we were eating breakfast, I noticed there were no birds at the feeder.

The reason why was sitting on our neighbor's chimney.  It perched there long enough for us to study it in the binoculars and consult with our field guides.  We finally decided it was a Cooper's hawk.  They are known to frequent yards with bird feeders hoping for easy pickings among the unwary.

What I have mostly noticed is that we have no squirrels yet.  For years and years the feeders I have put out have been overrun by squirrels.  I have fattened squirrels in Kansas, Wyoming and North Carolina. And then there was the feeder in Laramie that was also frequented by Konza, one of our dogs.  She had developed a taste for birdseed and would jump up and hit the feeder until it spilled its contents on the ground where she could eat it. It is a novelty to have a feeder where only birds eat.

There are squirrels here in ABQ.  I've seen them, I think.  Maybe I just think there should be squirrels.  I can't really name a time when I've seen one for sure.

Well, well.

The other day, I was in the yard decapitating dandelions when a woman called to me from our carport.  She said she didn't want to startle me, but she wanted to invite me to come to her church.  I politely declined.  She then asked what I was doing.  I told her I was doing organic dandelion control, that I didn't use any chemicals on the yard. Since we have a well, everything that goes on the yard ends up in our water.  She said they have a well too and were organic. But I could tell by the look that came over her face that they weren't organic. It had never occurred to her that the chemicals they put on their yard probably ended up in her drinking water.

The Bird Feeder

Like most people who have a bird feeder, I wage a constant battle against squirrels. I have only one thing against squirrels. They are pigs. They spend long stretches feeding from the bird feeder. While they are feeding, no birds will come to feed. They make a big mess, often spilling the entire contents of the feeder. If they would limit themselves, I might not feel as much animosity toward them.

I bought a "squirrel proof" feeder which was supposed to close when heavier squirrels tried to feed. It didn't prevent them from anything.

Because of where our feeder is located, my options for foiling the squirrels or a least limiting their access are few. So I opted for the path of least resistance:  I allow them to eat their fill.

Now it is nearing spring.  I have switched bird foods from the mix I buy in the cold winter to all sunflower seeds.  I think I should have done this sooner.  The higher fat content in the sunflower seeds sates the squirrel more quickly, or seems to.  They come less often and don't stay as long which gives the birds a chance to eat.  This brings me to the next "problem".  Goldfinches.

Goldfinches are the squirrels of the bird world. Ravenous eaters, they come early in groups to the feeder and stay much of the day.  The flock which I host is a dozen or more.  These tiny, delicate birds are persistent.  When other, larger birds come to eat, they will allow them a perch but don't abandon the feeder altogether.  I am filling the feeder more often these last weeks, and the only newcomers are the finches.