Friday, March 10, 2006
Windowsill Potatoes
Neville watches t.v. which I find hilarious. He'll sit on the floor and look up at it in awe, following the people around as they walk to and fro on the screen. Then he'll jump up onto the couch and lie down watching it from across the room. Cambridge pretty much ignores it, but the other day Huz was playing X-Box and she showed interest, so I picked her up and let her watch it up close. She kept trying to paw the hand icon that Huz was moving all around for her benefit.Our children are so spoiled that they have their own t.v. It's called the windowsill. They watch this thing religiously - from the time I leave for work in the morning to the time I get home at night. See the
What's the object of their gaze, you ask? Price is Right? Jeopardy? Nope.
No, they're more into the bird variety nature shows. They very much enjoy watching the action around the bird feeder I put out there for them, greedily eyeing the small birds who dine on the seeds.
Then a damn squirrel had to come and ruin all the fun. They still watched when it came around, but with much less tail-flicking and relish.
The squirrel came. And he conquered.
(Seriously, notice the gnawed off green part.)
This beast ultimately caused the demise of the bird feeder. He tore it apart, ripping the green feeding dispensers off one by one and then tearing the clear plastic in a vain attempt to find any remaining scrap of seed. I guess that's what I get for buying a cheap feeder. Sorry kids, no more t.v.! |
