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My excuse for not blogging is for the birds.  Actually the birds have inspired me to finally write a post.  It’s kind of a long story, so hold on tight.

A little while ago we thought spring had sprung in the Midwest.  And then came a snowstorm.  In mid April.  Not really unusual, but bothersome for those of us who live in regions of long, cold, snowy winters.  April is the time for blooming daffodils, not five inches worth of wet, sticky snow.  Right?  But it happens sometimes, and it happened again this year.

Because it was supposed to be spring, the birds were abundant as they are in the springtime.  And then it snowed and it seemed they didn’t know how to react to it.  Luckily Husby still had the feeders full of seeds for them to fortify themselves.  And they did.  All of them.  Dozens of them flocking to our backyard. There were cardinals, sparrows, chickadees, finches, juncos, red-winged blackbirds, even ducks.  Either they perched on the feeders or pecked at the seeds that had fallen on the crusty snow.

Of course springtime brings in the robins.  There were indeed robins in the mix of all the other birds; however, they don’t normally eat seeds.  They like worms and bugs in and on the ground.  The robins were at their wit’s end because alas, the ground that was snow-free a day ago was now covered with the aforementioned five inches of freshly plopped wet snow.

There was a robin who wasn’t happy with the lack of a green, springtime ground (containing the worms and bugs) and started to demand justice at our back door.

I don’t know if it was just one bird, but it wasn’t just one time.  The robin(s) returned several times, and with the plethora of other birds flocking the feeders and ground below, I started feeling a little like Tippi Hedren.

Here’s the thing…

Husby has been hearing a tap-tap-tap on the bedroom window lately.  That would be a second-story window.  Every now and then he sees a robin, tapping on and brushing his wings against the window.  I haven’t witnessed this, but the ledge outside the window has robin droppings, and the window itself has feather marks.  Dirty feather marks.  Not like the feathery passing of Jack Frost, because Jack Frost is gone by now.

I haven’t noticed the robin(s) at our back door since the snow has gone, but the upstairs window continues to have visitors.

Robins are a welcome sign of spring, but yikes – don’t peer into my windows!

I still haven’t captured a picture of the bird(s) at the bedroom window, but Husby sees the feathered, peering bird from time to time.

It’s kinda creepy,

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Ever heard the phrase guilty pleasure?  Of course you have.  I’ll be you even have one or two.  Lately I’ve been hearing about TV shows being a guilty pleasure, mostly those reality shows like Real Housewives or The Bachelor.  To me there is nothing “real” about those types of shows and frankly I have no time for them.  My guilty pleasure is on another channel.

Every Saturday at 6:00 p.m. I tune into MeTV to watch something even more unreal than reality TV ~ the original Batman series.

Don’t judge me.

Totally unreal but more hysterical than you could ever imagine.  I remember watching Batman when I was a kid, but these days it’s even better because they show two episodes back-to-back.  The first episode ends with a cliffhanger and the conclusion immediately follows.  I don’t have to wait for a week to tune in “same Bat-time, same Bat-channel.”  What’s better than that?

I’ll tell you what’s better.  I offer some really fun Batman drink charms in my shop.  And not that angsty, dark Batman you see on the big screen these days ~ it’s the totally schmaltzy Batman of ’60s TV.  Because I love nostalgia.

Holy Merlot, Batman!

All of your favorites! Batman, Robin, Cat Woman, Joker, Penguin, & Riddler

It’s a little embarrassing to admit I spend Saturday nights with the Caped Crusaders. Maybe I’ve got a weird affinity for men in tights. Or a fascination with things like the Bat Computer, Bat Ropes, Bat Spray, and Bat Pills. Most likely I like to watch shows from my childhood and wonder how it is I turned out to be a functioning member of society growing up with such ridiculous influences.

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