Bubba the Bold

After an exhausting weekend of social events, I've gone to the birds.

First, a brief list of the social stuff.

Friday night was a wonderful retirement party for the minister (and his wife). It was held at the Rockport Country Club. The church members that organized and hosted the party did an outstanding job.

Sunday was Bob's last day as minister. The church was full. It felt really good to see everyone in attendance. There was a nice gathering afterwards but Amanda and I had to get back to the home front.

As mentioned before, Monday night was the Thacher Island meeting.

Tuesday I got up bright and early at 6:30 so that I could join Betty, Ida, and Debbie for breakfast at Flav's. We all met around 7:30 and spent just over an hour having breakfast and catching up on news.

And now for the birds........

This is Bubba.
Bubba the Bluejay.
Bubba the Brave.
Bubba the Bully.
Bubba the Brute.
Bubba the Burglar.

Bubba has discovered Squirt's walnuts. Bubba watches for Squirt's walnuts. As soon as I open the door and put one down, then turn to leave, Bubba swoops down and grabs it. I have tried hiding the walnuts under the table, under a lounge chair, even tucked under the table leg. I've hidden them under the bottom board of the deck fencing and under a bench. Bubba just lands on the top of the fence and looks all around. He hops along the fence, tilting his head this way and that, checking different places where he has found the walnuts before. And sure enough, he spots them.


Poor Squirt. He doesn't stand a chance.