Yard, Gardens, Birds and Critters

It's All About The Weather By Mary J Williams  © It was February  When the weather was weird All of the changes Were really feared This really happened From one day to the next I'm not making this up More than just me was certainly vexed The temperature soared To eighty-one degrees Then we were told It was going to freeze Maybe some rain Mixed with some snow This is Missouri So, anything goes On February the 27th Was the day we will remember The temperature was 81 And no, it's not September The forecast came And shocked us all February the 28th Rain and snow should fall I didn't think it would watching the temperature drop From that balmy 81 to the 30's Went to bed and it didn't stop The 28th of February I got up to let the dog out Oh, my God, look Lacy That is snow all about I laughed and got my camera I just had to take a pic otherwise no one would believe they'd probably think I was sick The temperature now was lower down to 20 degrees Snow was on the gro

Rosebud’s Hair By Mary J Williams © Is used to be a daily thing When walking across the floor My shoes picked up dog hair But not as much any more Rosebud was part Corgi The sheddingest dog around When she walked Her hair fell to the ground I don’t mean just one or two I’m talking about a lot Always wondered why She wasn’t bald with all that dropped I have a black desk mat That that lays under my chair Every day at least 3 times I vacuumed hair that landed there I carried a lot of the hair On the bottoms of my shoes Jim’s walker’s wheels Collected a lot too Rosebud passed away It’s only been six days The hair usually under my feet Where, magically, no more lays I miss my dog so much I don’t miss all the hair Feel so bad about that It’s not so very fair I am judging myself Feel bad that I am glad Not missing all that hair Does that mean I am bad? Just know one thing Rosebud was a friend I really am going to miss her  Just not all her hair in the end! 2022 2022

On Losing A Family Member By Mary J Williams © She may have 4 paws And a tail that wiggles My friendly dog That made me giggle She loved to chase squirrels Until they were out of sight Just showing them Catching them she might I lost this dear friend On February 18, 2024 My little Rosebud Knocked at Heavens door I am going to miss her She was with us for twelve years Every time I think of her My eyes fill up with tears Her other companion Of the four-legged kind Lacy, her buddy Still has her in her mind She won’t come in the room She spent most of her days Her buddy isn’t with her So, she just stays away It’s not been very long About three days is all I’m sure it will be better The good times we will recall So, Rosebud, we loved you With all of our hearts Just remember Rosebud We actually will never part Will think of you often And when it’s my time to go I will meet up with you again  The Good Lord will make it so                              We used my dad's birthday as a

It’s Nice Outside By Mary J Williams © I thought about the birds Stepped outside the door The sun was shining brightly Which I just adore! I knew I had washing So went down the stairs Transferred wash to the dryer I know you don’t care! I looked at the floor I need to sweep just a bit Went to get the broom My brain did a flip Feed the birds first Seeing as they have none They need some food Get that chore done The can that holds All the sunflower seed The bungee cord is broken A squirrel probably did the deed The cord held the lid down This has happened before Racoons and squirrels chew it Not going to get the lid off no more I finally found one in the basement That would fit like the old one Now that the birds are fed I found another thing to get done Blew the leaves out of the garage Out from the corner of the door Blew them across the driveway Where I will let them store Pick them up in spring After the birds dig through them Finding all the bugs, worms, and insects Among the rottin

What Should I Do? By Mary J Williams © Lacy had to go outside So, I went out too The sun is shining brightly Inside there is lots to do I don’t care, I’m standing here Soaking up some sun All the weather lately Has really been no fun As I was looking out At the lay of the land An idea came to me I think I have a plan The deck is rotting out Been there over 30 years Time for a change, I think Maybe too much money, I fear I thought about a small, raised bed Line it with concrete blocks I wonder if I should use them Or maybe some pretty rocks Grabbed the pooper scooper Taking care of dog poo Not a job I like But something you have to do Talked to the neighbor a minute We are both hanging in there Hope his Mary heals well Jim too, I always ask in prayer Then into the house Folded some clothes Made some plant water These were the chores I chose No vacuuming for me No dusting either Rather pick up dog poo Gives me a breather Back in the house Coffee is on the menu Will have to feed the dogs

Heated Birdbath You Need By Mary J Williams © Writing a poem About the birdbath outside Don’t know If I can Messing it up, I can’t abide A heated birdbath You really need In the winter weather They don’t just eat seed Watching out the window Just the other day A sparrow flew in Drinking, plus stayed to play It’s 18 degrees In the water to bathe I have seen other birds In there that day It startled me plenty A few years ago When the Starlings bathed 18 degrees that day also I have to remember In this frigid weather Birdbath water is above freezing And they have to clean their feathers The squirrel even visited All other sources are frozen My water is not My water is well chosen I had to clean the birdbath It was not at all clean When the waters that way The birds barely preen I scrubbed it all out I brought it inside Standing out in the cold Couldn’t do it, I tried It’s all cleaned out Fresh water is in At least 6 birds already here  Which really made me grin Snow-cold and Starlings in