Yikes! $3800 for squirrel removal!!
It ain’t gonna happen. I’ll look into an estimate to redo the roof instead; the money can be better applied there, seeing it has to be done eventually anyway. It would be renovated during nice weather, so those little scoundrels can escape and find another home to raise their families. The roofers will be warned to CLOSE it up right this time, avoiding any more move-ins. The person who came to do the estimate was very nice, honest, and knew what he was talking about (plus he likes dogs, that alone an A in my book). He suggested that only a new roof could guarantee that they won’t just gnaw another entrance.
It’s a beautiful, sunny day here. I heard my first flock of Canadian geese flying over this morning; I look forward to that each year even if it means my winter is gone, although you wouldn’t know it looking around my place. We still have plenty of snow on the ground, but there is none in the village. It seems I’m always the last person wearing boots. Everyone else at work has been arriving wearing shoes for the last two weeks.
Late last year I went to an optometrist where I was told that I had the beginning of glaucoma. They made an appointment for laser surgery. That was done in December, but it seems to me that my eyesight has deteriorated more since then. When I contacted my usual optic place today, I was told nobody could see me before July, so I called around and finally succeeded for a booking for the end of May. Is that a COVID thing too? Does it take longer to see any type of professional than it used to? Or maybe I notice it more because I didn’t need them as often as I do now? Is this another benefit of getting older? (sigh) Them’s the breaks, I guess.
It was great to spend the day home with the mouthy bird and the beasts. I cleaned up some outside and they were happy to romp around, carrying their bones from one end of their yard to the other – zommies incorporated. The bird gave me her morning cuddles and has been reasonably quiet otherwise. I rewarded her by playing some parrot calls on YouTube for a half hour or so; she preens and answers them.
Tomorrow is another work day, then I am off until Sunday. Wouldn’t you know it – the forecast is for rain right up until I go back to work? Ah well, right now I’ve switched my YouTube to Rod Stewart’s velvet voice, poured a glass of wine, and the Jacuzzi is calling…so I’m SMILING!
Sending them out to y’all, wrapped in some soul music!
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 