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As y’all may or may not remember, I love my birds. I have two large poles for hanging multiple bird feeders from, as well as a bird bath.
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During the winter months, I had a heater in the bird bath so the birds always had access to fresh water. I also took my hummingbird feeder into the house every night, bringing it out in the morning, so that it didn’t freeze.
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When a bear took out both feeding poles more than a year ago, I moved what I call the front feeder. It’s the one that’s most exposed, and stands between the orchard walls and TH2.
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For over a year, I had great luck with the new placement of the feeder, as I appeared to have moved it into the perfect spot and squirrels could no longer climb the orchard fence and jump onto the feeding pole.
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This spring, either the younger squirrels grew up or a new, larger squirrel moved into the territory. He can jump from the top of the orchard fence onto the feeder.
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As he’s not hanging from the bird feeder, but is sitting on the pole and stuffing himself, none of my “anti-squirrel” feeders work. He isn’t putting any weight on the feeder itself.
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So yesterday, I took drastic measures, and put up spikes on top of the orchard fence.
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I feel bad about it. The birds can still congregate at other spots on the fence, and I can see them doing that this morning.
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At least now, they have food that isn’t disappearing so quickly because of the damned squirrels.
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ETA: The squirrel, when he figured out that he could no longer jump onto the feeder, went and got a pine cone, then destroyed it while sitting on the base of the feeder. I figure this was his way of protesting.
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Today, I’m doing spring housecleaning. I always keep the floors in TH2 swept. Today, they get washed. I’m dusting everything. Vacuuming under the bed. And sorting through things. And putting stuff away. And…you get the idea.
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I don’t know if I’ll get to it today, as I have a hard stop early afternoon, but if I have time, I’ll also go through the junk drawer.
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Every year, I try to go through my junk drawer and clean out everything in it, as if I’m moving. (I will admit that I didn’t get to it last year. Then again, last year was last year.) I don’t really have a closet that I can do that to, not in TH2. I do have stuff in Blaze’s closet in the main house, but all that’s gathered there are clothes.
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I threw out some of the shoes that I had piled under my clothes rack this summer, so I don’t need to do that again. Because it’s a tiny house, I just don’t accumulate a lot of things. The only exception seems to be that junk drawer of mine.
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That is one of the advantages of such a small space. It will only take me a few hours to do a really deep clean on it. And I’m actually looking forward to that, because it won’t take that long.
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How about you? Do you do some sort of annual cleaning?
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This month's sale is...
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To celebrate the release of Witch Mirror?, the first of the water witch mysteries is on sale for this month!
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AJ's latest vision starts with a dozen people being yanked out of sight by a noose around their neck. It ends with just a single body, hanging from a beam in an open loft.
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What the heck? Did she just witness the work of a serial killer? Or a cult?
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The victim turns out to be more nefarious: a Catfisher, that is, someone who impersonates other people on the internet for attention and possibly money.
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The reality TV show that exposes catfish turns their attention to AJ. As a successful psychic, she must be a fraud. Right?
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Between being pushed for information by one of the show’s host, the machinations of her mother on the Milltown chamber of commerce, and trying to keep her relationship with Roland moving along, AJ has her hands full.
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Particularly when a second, only somewhat reformed catfish comes to her for help after being threatened...
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Witch Mirror?— a cozy paranormal woman’s mystery—continues the adventures of AJ, the quirky characters of the charming Pacific Northwest burg of Milltown, and leaves AJ with questions about magical powers and her path forward, with her family, friends, and lover.
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Let the water—and the magic—flow.
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