IT’S 84 F DEGREES with scattered clouds and Carolina blue skies in Charlotte. Buds are swelling on the trees.
WE CELEBRATED St. Patrick’s Day by sitting on the patio with shamrock sugar cookies and a cold Brown Cow.
THERE ARE DIFFERENT RECIPES for a brown cow. One calls for a chocolate liquour, milk, whipped cream and chocolate syrup… a refreshing drink really.
OUR BROWN COW is a drink we had as teenagers in Indiana. The Black Cow of my adolescence was made with coca cola and ice cream. The Brown Cow that I loved best contained root beer, vanilla ice cream, a dash of chocolate syrup and sometimes whipped cream on top. Hmmm!
MY HUSBAND HAS BEEN FIGHTING what is likely a losing battle with Sammy squirrel trying to keep him out of the bird feeders. We have a large wind chimes just outside the sunroom door. When we’re in the sunroom, we can see the back yard with the various feeders.
ONE FEEDER IS beside a tree. The cardinals and woodpeckers love this feeder. Sammy climbs up and jumps on the roof of the feeder. He then climbs down and and hides his body inside the feeder, with his fluffy tail hanging out giving him away. When my husband sees Sammy’s bushy tail hanging down from the feeder, he opens the door and rings the chimes. The squirrel runs like the wind two or three yards away.
WE SET OUT oranges cut in half for the Baltimore Orioles and a suet, peanuts and mealworms cake by the sunroom window hoping we would attract Bluebirds.
SAMMY must have smelled the peanuts in the mealworm cake hanging at the top of the tall pole with a big hook at the top. It was too high for him to jump up and there was no tree nearby. He was soon struggling to climb the shepard’s crook. After sliding down many times, he finally figured out how to get on top.
HE STOPPED AND STARED at me through the window, like he was thumbing his nose at me.
I GOT THE IDEA to grease the pole to inhibit his climbing. I greased it well with butter. It didn’t take long for him to attempt the climb again, sliding down each time. SO FUNNY. I wish I had a picture of him sliding down the pole holding on for dear life. He left finally, deciding to forego the peanut treat – at least for today. I have no doubt, he will be back. Sammy is clearly the clever clown of the back yard.
Happy Spring! Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Sue Marquis Bishop 2015