about fairness?
Even Blaska gets fed up with politics, as we’re guessing Sen. John Cornyn is feeling right about now in Texas. He’s like the guy who didn’t applaud Kim Jong Un with enough enthusiasm. Gone. We say again, there is nothing fair about politics. A good conservative who played by the rules goes down while insurrectionist Enrique Tarrio of the Proud Boys is claiming “tens of millions” of dollars from the President’s $1.776 million “anti-weaponization” fund.
The Proud Boys were tricked by Nancy Pelosi! 😜
All we know is it’s summer in Madison Wisconsin these days, with temperatures in the mid-80s℉. (We think it was Spring for most of the day last Thursday.) We know one more thing: Blaska Experimental Work Farm (and Penal Colony) could use a good soaking rain. We’re irrigating our Midwest wildflower meadow and, next to it, a 10-foot by 10’ patch of red zinnia elegans, both mail ordered from American Meadows.
We are determined that 2026 will yield bushels of Roma pole beans. Steamed with butter, salt and pepper — tastes like summer! Put seeds in the ground at only 59℉ on 05-23-26 the day before air temperatures hit the 80s. Soil thermometer confirmed that the good earth was at the recommended 70℉ two days later. Sprinkled Jung’s (Hilda-variety) seeds with inoculant, rolled up chicken wire into a tube to discourage rabbits, which we believe gestated under a neighbor’s utility shed. Stuck a board under the chain link fence to block their ingress. They got a good soaking, too — the beans, not the rabbits.
Speaking of vermin
Leaving the bird feeders empty of seed to discourage the chipmunks, which fed on the dropped seeds. Suet for the woodpeckers, grape jelly for the orioles, sugar water for the hummers — but no seeds for the gerbils. Life isn’t fair, either.
Paid $40 for the cutest yellow bird house and hung at the recommended height for song birds. Sandhill cranes have visited the yard across the street; wild turkeys passed through our property. Fox crossed the street a block away. (Eat my gerbils!) But the pretty yellow bird house is as empty as Ken Paxton’s soul. Birds make their own decisions — sort of like the voters in Texas. (Blaska! Thought you were fed up with politics?)
Maybe the next A-I data center farm could devise a birdhouse that would attract bluebirds, whose numbers have declined with the disappearance of rotting old fence posts — all cleared out to accommodate tractors the size of AT-AT Walkers from Star Wars working thousand-acre farms. (Not complaining; we like our food affordable, too.)
Hanging from a hook on the Stately Manor’s covered porch are two peach baskets — a larger basket over a smaller basket. Sparrows exploited a hole in the bigger basket to build a nest. Can hear but not see the excitement inside when mama or papa returns with their meals.
In previous two years, birds homesteaded in a railroad lantern hanging from the porch ceiling. Could see the babies inside, all mouths.
Blaska’s Bottom Line: Like a certain … oh, never mind.
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