Back at 'er
20 February 2012 | Shelburne NS
Boy this past weekend was a real rush. Barb and I put an extra shot of high octane in the tank and managed to get the kitchen "done", or at least our part of it, in time for the new cabinets to arrive today along with the professional carpenters to install them. It looks like it will all be completed now before herself heads off to Halifax for her slice and dice. My only breaks on Saturday and Sunday were when we got to take the four legged tyrant out for his poop-ambulation.
I did notice on one of Peri's walks that there does seem to be more than our share of the pigeon population abiding here in Shelburne. They all seem to love on the roof of the Cooper's barn down on dock street, I suspect because many of the retired folks in the area come down each day to dump out crumbs from their breadbox and feed them. This has led to some of the flying rats managing to survive who might otherwise have succumbed to starvation or been caught by something as they took risks to get fed. I saw one of them on Saturday. There he was fluttering away up to the rooftop - flutter flutter flutter - bang. He was watching me and flew into the roof. He skittered down the slope and fell off managing to catch himself in mid air and flew up to try again. I was laughing by that time and it distracted him again and - boink - into one of the eves he flies. This must be one of Darwin's failures. He gets enough chow from the bread crumb offerings that he manages to keep from starving to death and never leaves the down town area so he doesn't get confronted by hawks or owls. All he has to do is stay away from feral cats.