I put up a bluebird box in my backyard a couple of weeks ago. Actually, I moved an existing box from near the old garage, where for over a year I’ve had no takers, not even sparrows. I moved the box more into the open and turned it 180 degrees, toward the east, and within days I had bluebirds checking it out, although none have moved in permanently. Now, I feel like an avian realtor, standing sneakily at my kitchen window and sending telepathic messages to prospects, “It’s a turn-key deal! Just bring twigs! Never been lived in! Aromatic western cedar!” So far, we’ve yet to close, but I’m optimistic.
Pasta mistakes
By Jimmy Johnson
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