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Carnivorous cardinals

We have a lovely pair of cardinals that visit our back lanai every morning and afternoon. This timing generally coincides with the feeding of the cats outside. They swoop in and steal the cat food. When there's no cat food out there, they chirp incessantly until there is. We hung a big seed ball for them, but they prefer the kitty kibble. Oh they'll nibble at the seeds. But given the choice, they'll take tuna and salmon flavor over sesame and sunflower any day. They've become carnivorous. Yikes! Keep all the small children inside!
My friend Gail once told me about some wrens visiting a little bird house she'd put out. I asked if they were looking to buy or simply wren-t! Ha ha ha....
Tonight, I was looking for a saucepan big enough to steam some extra long green beans without cutting them. Somehow, I began singing ala Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam "She dreams of colors, she dreams in green... can't find a bigger pan.....It's too small. These beans they won't fit at all.....can't find a bigger pa-an. Can't find a bigger pa-an...." Weird Al, eat your heart out.
I'm looking forward to playing tennis this afternoon with the power girls. Hopefully, the weather will cooperate and my arm will hold up to the punishment. With all the rain in Hilo, I've had surprisingly good luck with weather breaks just long enough to dry out the court and play for an hour or more before the rain comes again. The girls not only seem nice, but are a lively, fun and even a bit irreverent group. I like that. Tomorrow I will travel to the leeward side to test drive a few new tennis racquets and a couple of cars, too. My purple truck (may it rest in peace) was deemed un-seaworthy. That is to say, it had too much wrong with it to make it worth fixing and spending $1000 to ship here. Bummer. I loved that rough-ridin' contraption with the back end ripped apart by my psycho-mutt Doc. We have been living with one car since we got here and it's becoming more apparent every day that we need another. If this one breaks down somewhere, the other cannot come to the rescue. If one of us has the car, the other is trapped at home, 20 miles from town. So, it's the perfect excuse to shop for a cute, cheap little gas miser.
It's a little too squishy to drive the tractor today, so we're puttering with chores that don't require diesel power. Ron managed to get one more coffee tree into the ground yesterday. He got a little drenched in the process.
Time for a little more racquet research before the big shopping day tomorrow. Until next time, aloha!

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