There’s no two ways about it; I look ratty when I’m working in my yard. My clothes are old and sloppy, often mis-matched and today, even holey. All my ‘good’ yard clothes were already in the laundry from six days in a row of working outside. It was supposed to rain yesterday and it didn’t. I think I was a little annoyed at another perfect day; I could have used a rest! The only person I see while I’m in my yard is my neighbor and he a) looks as ratty as me and b) is 72 years old.
My first chore of the day was to install my elaborate Woodpecker Deterrent System on my shed. Sans my clever system (shiny foil strips that blow in the wind), the woodpeckers dig holes in the siding. They can’t be looking for bugs because they’ve done it since the shed was new. I think it’s mating behavior. Since using the Deterrent System there have been no new shed holes. There are, however, new woodpecker holes in one of my trees. It’s not a super-healthy tree, so that’s not too surprising. But I have to keep an eye on it because I’m not sure which direction it could fall – one of them being in the direction of the shed of course. I also dealt with a hole in the lawn that turned out to be a bee’s nest. It was buzzing. At least in the backyard no-one saw the crazy homeless person in ratty clothes, spraying a hole and then running away from the mad bees.
My first chore of the day was to install my elaborate Woodpecker Deterrent System on my shed. Sans my clever system (shiny foil strips that blow in the wind), the woodpeckers dig holes in the siding. They can’t be looking for bugs because they’ve done it since the shed was new. I think it’s mating behavior. Since using the Deterrent System there have been no new shed holes. There are, however, new woodpecker holes in one of my trees. It’s not a super-healthy tree, so that’s not too surprising. But I have to keep an eye on it because I’m not sure which direction it could fall – one of them being in the direction of the shed of course. I also dealt with a hole in the lawn that turned out to be a bee’s nest. It was buzzing. At least in the backyard no-one saw the crazy homeless person in ratty clothes, spraying a hole and then running away from the mad bees.