

Fiber Artist, Budding Gardener, Lover of Cats, Watcher of Birds, Avid Jethro Tull Junkie and Tull Road Warrior, who used to live in San Bernardino, so you should know by now if you have the right place!
Early on day 3, I went out in advance to see if the coast was clear, and found the Nelsons (named for my mother's parents Nelson and Ina, former owners of the home) had left baby in the neighbors vegetable patch, as they went out and about bringing home food for Junior. Not yet ripe, as you can see.
Not a bad place in a neighborhood full of dogs. In fact, they kept it in there quiet some time that day, probably figuring our cat would not enter the dog's yard. Little did they know that particular dog loves cats, and always wags her tail when mine are about. And I have a rather sneaky (but gentle) cat. However, we still had a close call as the birds were moving baby around, and mom spotted the little brown ball of fluff back in the yard, with the cat closing in. I went out and chased the baby through the fence, then brought in the cats. Who have not been at all happy with the shorter outdoor play time.
They are going to be even less happy when I take the weed eater to the nice long grass. Can't just mow it because there was leave cover and the grass managed to come back up on me before my health would let me get caught up with that. We shall have to come up with some pussy cat watching areas, not too close to the bird feeders.
As you can tell by the length of this post, it was quite and experience for me, the chance to learn a bit of the secret language of birds. Being able to watch as the parents worked in the yard behind us teaching the little one commands to climb up a side of a tree, and find other ways to avoid predators until wings could full carry them was a real treat.
As for Tippy, once she catches something and brings it to me, she is back outside to see what else she can catch. She is, of course, a cat. But a very careful cat who seems to know her human likes her gifts in perfect shape. And for that, everyone is grateful. I am hoping I will be able to develope a bond of sorts with the bird family, but as the owner of a cat, I fear they have not been overly eager to begin a friendship! But they always spend time in the yard, as well as the other owns. They have such a vast world, in a way.
I call it my evil stash. Since moving it resulted in over a year of disability.
Not knowing what my condition would be like after surgery, I decided I needed a way to sort fabric that was easy for someone with back problems. Hence the 6 sets of shelf units (Target) will wheels added to the bottom. Had I known what I know now, I would have just bought some of those heavy duty plant holders on wheels and stuck them on instead of screwing on all the individual wheels.
Want a closer look? http://www.anotherage.com/stash.jpg