A Little Bird Music

The hours of daylight keep growing longer, concurrent to increased bird activity. 

 

The chorale is warming up. 

 

 

 

 

There is a road that leads to love.

 

 

 

 

 

A red winged blackbird male is on top of a nearby tree

 waving his wings around, screeching and squawking.

  Surely this female is only pretending not to notice.  

 

 

 

 

 

This fellow has been singing a sweet simple melody.

He sounds somewhat like a canary.

Snow happens.  It's still winter, after all.  

 

 

 

 

 

Flickers have been active for some weeks now.

  It takes time to carve a nest in a tree truck. 

 The early bird gets the first brood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bird online. 

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 57

Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.  Today's question involves a tax funded study on asparagus.

What exactly were these Harvard brains looking for?
Cyndi?

The nutritional

value of asparagus?

 

 

 

 

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Fluffy?

 

 

 

 

Growing techniques?

 

 

 

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Molly?

 

 

 

 

Why tinkle smells funny

after eating it?

 

 

 

Hostmaster:  correct.  Researchers asked a bunch of people if they noticed the unpleasant odor of their own urine after they ate asparagus.  They learned that a large number of them could not smell it.

 

 

 

 

 

I've noticed that, in general,

 people don't smell their

urine all that much.

 

 

 

 

That's true, but the asparagus

odor is such that you

can't miss it.

 

 

 

Hostmaster:  the study found that over half of the people they asked, can't smell the asparagus smell.  

 

 

 

 

So,  what is the significance of

 being able to smell your urine?

 

 

 

Hostmaster:  they aren't sure.  They already blew through the 3 million dollars they were given to ask people about their pee.  Now they want to do more studies.

 

 

 

 

 

Here's a Valentine's Day

gift idea!

An asparagus

bouquet!

 

This round is over.  Read about the asparagus

 study here.  You might as well, you paid for it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Round 57

Fluffy/Molly   24

Bryan/Cyndi    21

 

 

 

 

 

 

Garden Dreams

At this time of year I begin to get just a little antsy.  Thoughts of growing things start, well, growing.  It's too early to do anything about it.  That won't stop us from looking back, though.

These are the last of the tomatoes from last year's harvest.  It was November, frost was becoming a regular occurrence.  Thus, I picked all the fruit off the plants.  Most of them ripened on a plate inside the house. 

The Praying Mantis remained outside.

Taxing Fluffy and George

Here's a sort of good news/bad news

thing.  I've been gathering receipts for

income tax, including the receipt for

last year's State of Michigan refund.

Why the receipt from

your refund?

So they can tax it.

 

 

That hurts my head.