More yard projects.

Amanda finished mulching the front and sides of the house. She had to return some plants and get some ground cover as some parts of are front slope are basically a few inches of mulch, then a plastic barrier, and then sand. She also planted asparagus and grapes on the side terraces (yesterday, she planted blueberries, raspberries, and huckleberries (maybe?).

We had to make a couple of runs to the hardware store to get mulch. We just got a lot of bagged stuff since we are not sure how easy it would be to get stuff delivered up our driveway (which is a bit narrow), and Amanda thought it would be a massive pain to cart the stuff from the driveway to where it was needed. And there is the delivery charge. As it turned out, we probably spent the same amount of money as it would’ve to get something delivered, but got less mulch (but we did not need more).

Aside from helping Amanda for time to time, I spent the time dorking about with the chicken coop. Today was mostly fabricating a door to the chicken run and covering the frame that I made with chicken wire. The door still has to be attached to the frame and the last few sections of wire attached.

Amanda and I had lunch at Huarachitos Mexican Taqueria a couple of blocks down MLK from us. I had a beer because I was tired and hot and starving. Amanda was also starving as she slurped down her enchiladas. I had three of their very tasty fish tacos.

A couple of chickadees flew into the house; I heard them thumping against the window while I was outside messing with the chicken run. When I ran inside, I saw Armando hunched over one with jaws agape. I grabbed the poor birdie while Amanda tried to open a window to let the other one out. The predator Armando kept swatting at the one still flying around, but it managed to get out safely.

The one I rescued from Armando look to be in bad shape. It was hyperventilating, and I thought it had broken a wing. I went outside to look for a place to let it live out the rest of its life in relative peace, but it started looking a bit better, although I still thought it had busted a wing. I placed it on the feeder and considered what to do. To our surprise, it flew a couple of feet up into the tree. It still looked out of sorts, and it did not move in a long time, but eventually it must have flown off, as we could not find it later, and it was not on the ground. Perhaps it was merely in shock.

Amanda thought the chickadees would avoid us forever, and in fact they did not visit us again until very late in the day (which was unusual). Free food is hard to resist.

We had pizza and salad and wine for dinner. AC and MC were going to join us, but their progeny was being bad, so they stayed at home.

Amanda is tired of house projects and needs a vacation.