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Backyard Bystander: A Squirrely Dilemma


Oh, those squirrels. I have a grudging appreciation for them since they are fairly entertaining and liven up our window side theatre.

Once I learned how to (mostly) thwart their attempts to raid our bird feeders we settled into an amicable relationship: we provide peanuts and they provide a show.

That is, until recently.

Our primary squirrel residents are fox squirrels, the large ones with gray coats and orange tummies. They are curious, personable, and definitely comical. For over 20+ years they were constant in our yard. We even had one squirrel, Syringa, who would come bounding up to us and sit on our leg while she cracked open peanuts. She would never allow us to pet her though. She lasted a couple of seasons, as a squirrel’s life is a short one, unfortunately.

Syringa would hang out with us. On hot days she resorted to “splooting” — stretching out on the cool concrete patio

In the last couple of years our squirrel population increased with the addition of a couple of red squirrels.

These are odd little critters. Tiny, just a bit bigger than a chipmunk, about half the size of a fox squirrel, these little guys are frenetic compared to their foxy cousins. They zip and dash about gathering up seeds and nuts, burying with the determination of a terrier hiding bones in the backyard. They resemble little terriers as well, the way they bound about with purpose. They are not personable. They are caffeinated. They rarely stay in one place long enough to be watchable. Their main purpose in life to claim as much food as possible and as quickly as possible.

They have also chased away all our fox squirrels. I wondered what happened to them, thinking it strange how we went from several cavorting around the yard to none.

It became clear to me one day as I glanced out the window. I spied JB (short for Jitter Bug), the alpha red squirrel, suddenly zip out from the day lilies and take on a juvenile fox squirrel, who, though young, was twice the size of JB.

JB tussled with that foxy intruder (an interloper in his mind) like a tiny tornado. Foxy, being a squirrel, being food-motivated, did not give up, and kept attempting a raid on the birdfeeder gleanings. Although after the third time of being trounced soundly by JB he is gone.

I did spy a couple of fox squirrels crossing the driveway, migrating to our neighbor’s yard. I see them frolicking together, living the squirrel dream.

We are now a one-squirrel yard. We have reluctantly accepted the fact we harbor a bully squirrel. This presents a problem, as we like our backyard to be a haven for wildlife, with the idea that feathers and fur can safely come and go in peace.

JB is not interested in that agenda.

What does one do with a bully squirrel?

I am quite open to suggestions.

To DNF–IDK


Somehow growing up it was instilled in me not to quit. Maybe it’s a Boomer thing. The idea of finishing something once started is ingrained in how I approach much in life. As a kid I ate what was on my plate. As a teen I stuck with summer school. As an adult I hung in there with that book that just never seemed to go anywhere. That is until recently.

Since retirement, with more time to read, the nudge to read as many books as possible seems like a Sisyphus task. The more I read, the more I want to read.

Hourglass filled with miniature books on a library desk
“So many books”

This need to read means I’ve developed a discernment about which books are selected and are carried home from the library in my trusty book bag. The situation is that there are so many good reads available to check out; however, sometimes I’m on the prowl for a great read. I prefer discerning reader over picky reader, thank you.

There are times I start reading a book only to get that Deja Vu of “have I read this before?” A quick peek on Goodreads confirms that I often have. Yet, a real problem occurred when I began reading a book, getting that oh-so-familiar feeling and it wasn’t tallied on my account. I don’t review a book unless I’ve read the book and feel uncomfortable giving a book a 1 or a 2 star because I didn’t finish it.

Apparently, I am not the only one who also faces the Did Not Finish conundrum. I don’t want to pick up a book that I have previously picked up, only to put down, but forgot that I had picked it up in the first place. Not read, no review (see above)

Goodreads listened and now has a Did Not Finish shelf. Yay!

Readers have the ability to create their own shelves beyond “Want to Read” “Read” and the new “Did Not Finish” tags. I had created my own DNF tag, except a quick scan on my account wouldn’t indicate it was a DNF in the status bubble. Well, now it does and I am chuffed.

Lest it’s thought this reader doth protest too much about finishing a book, it’s clearly a big deal if the New York Times gets involved. This week I’ve read two articles in the NYT about the DNF issue. Thinking I might be chastised I felt vindicated that it is considered okay not to finish a book (these days).

If it’s okay, then what do I do with the residue guilt when I DNF a book? After all, I don’t suffer guilt if I don’t finish that overcooked batch of broccolini or decide there is too much murder in the murder mystery show I’m watching, or get maxxed out on my bike ride and want to go home. That’s not quitting, those are wise decisions.

So I tell myself.

I still feel some guilt with my DNF designation. Why, oh why? Is it because as an author I commiserate with the effort it takes to produce a book and hope everyone who reads my writing enjoys it? Is it because books are an integral expression of human creativity and social commentary?

IDK. What are your thoughts about Did Not Finish?

A Bubbly August


One of joys of writing for children is researching different topics. I’ve gained greatly from my need to provide verisimilitude to my stories such as life as a homesteader during Idaho’s gold rush days, habits of nocturnal animals, the life and times of dragonflies. My favorite research is for my recent project. I concocted a premise combining a short mystery with simple household science experiments. One of those experiments involves bubbles. I am a huge fan of bubbles.

Whenever I visited my granddaughter, I always brought along bubbles. I included that aspect in my picture book Someday We Will and illustrator Wendy Leach caught the joy of bubble blowing quite well.

Store bought bubbles are handy and dandy, but I have heard of tales that super-duper bubbles are possible. This was undoubtedly going to take some research.

I explored a variety of recipes on a multitude of sites. I discovered there is a definite camp of adding glycerin over sugar to obtain longer-lasting bubbles. I don’t keep glycerin on hand, but enough sugar (for my hummingbird nectar recipe) to concoct a batch of my own super-duper bubbles. While the debate goes on about glycerin versus sugar as an additive, it is fairly much decided that Dawn Dish Soap is the best base for the bubble potion. Not sure why, but it’s our brand of choice for dishes, so that saved a trip to the store.

The results?

Wow!

The bubbles truly do last longer. They are also shinier with an iridescent rainbow sheen.

When I need a quick break from typing up stories, I often go in the backyard and take a bubble break. I’ve tried out a few different wands and my favorite at the moment is the rings off of my bulk mouthwash. It’s a three-ringer and two of the rings fit in my bubble bucket, with the third as a handle. Plump bubbles are a result.

IIIItIMy science sleuth wants to know why bubbles blow out round, even when the wand is a different shape, such as a square. I had to research for that answer as well.

Do you know why? Hint: there is a connection to water bugs.

Hope you find some bubble time. You are never too old to enjoy a bubble session.

Reader Roundup: Checkpoint


I used to panic a bit when August rolled around since it meant in a couple of weeks I would be knee deep in meetings and lesson plans getting ready for the new school year.

Fourth year into retirement I now say, “School supplies? Is it that time already?” and pick up more books from the library.

For this month’s Reader Roundup, I’m borrowing an idea from who Nicole over at Sorry I’m Booked who did her own checkpoint (do pop over and look).

Best book(s) you’ve read so far in 2026: The Outside Boy by Jeanine Cummins, A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles, The Correspondent by Virginia Evans, Tuck Everlasting: The Graphic Novel by K. Woodman-Maynard, The Mouse by Stephanie Shulman, Jella Lepman and Her Library of Dreams by Katherine Paterson, Sally Deng, H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald–and these are just a few.

Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2026: I am absolutely smitten with Beth Brower’s Journals of Emma M. Lion series, both the written and the audiotape.

New release you haven’t read yet but want to: Sunrise by Tea Obreht, which sounds intriguing with its plot resonating a Twilight Zone vibe.

Biggest disappointment(s): I waited a long time for Ann Patchett’s Whistler. The book jacket summary was misleading. It could have been a heart-warming family story, but it took a turn. The Frozen River by Ariel Lawhon also took an unexpected turn. The Calamity Club by Kathryn Stockwell was also a long hold list wait. Too long and so many troubling issues held back true enjoyment.

Biggest surprise: My Friend Flicka by Mary O-Hara. Having ignored this kid classic all these years (thinking it would be a sad animal story, like The Red Fern), it was surprising how well-written, how emotionally deep it was, to the point that I think it is best savored and appreciated by adults, not that kids can’t appreciate a really good read. The movie version with Roddy McDowell downgraded its literary value by putting a Disney spin on the story.

Favorite new author (debut or new to you): Beth Brower, most definitely.

New favorite character: Emma M. Lion–spunky, witty, determined (yes, she does sound like Elizabeth Bennett, doesn’t she?)

Book(s) that made you cry: oh gosh, too easily that little chokey tear thing happens these days. Books that make me happy, like The Journals of Emma M. Lion, poignant moments found in books like H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald and The Correspondent by Virginia Evans.

Book(s) that made you happy; clever writing always brightens my reading time. Anthony Horowitz’s Marble Hall Murders, A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles, The Eyes & the Impossible by Dave Eggers

Most beautiful book you’ve checked out so far this year: The Big Book of Birds by Yuval Zommer and Barabara Taylor has georgous illustrations.

What books do you need to read by the end of the year? Oh. So. Many.

Reading Challenge Progress:
It’s been an amazing year. My reading challenge was set for 101 and I am now at 134 with four months left to check off more “Want to Read” titles.

How’s your reading challenge going?


Emma M. Lion sweeps the categories.

Backyard Bystander: Neighborly Encounters


After some deliberation, we decided to allow a nest where we were applying our siding. This is when being a birder need overrides the DIY need.

We waited and watched and discovered it was a Western Pee Wee nest and once some adjustments were made, like abandoning our al fresco dining table and moving the grill, we all settled into an amicable arrangement.

They got used to be clambering in and out of my reading hammock and a routine developed.

The evening perch

At night, once it was cooler, the Pee Wees would provide an arial show. They would perch on my spare hammock (a sacrifice on my part) and survey the scene and then suddenly perform acrobatic maneuvers as they grabbed a bug. It was difficult to read they were so entertaining.

We anticipated the secondary show: feeding the babies.

But I noticed something odd about the Pee Wee nursery. Instead of three or four babies it appeared only one little mouth would be evident when mom or dad popped in with a meal.

Over the next couple of days it became clear that wasn’t a pee wee chick in the nest. It grew larger and larger until I came to conclusion the Pee Wees were nurturing a cowbird.

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As a bird lover it’s difficult to admit cowbirds are not appreciated. AT ALL.

If interested here’s a link to better understand why they are at the bottom of my bird list.

Hmm, I don’t think that’s a Pee Wee
This is a Pee Wee
And this is a cowbird

I think the Pee awe parents caught on that something was amiss as well. After two weeks when the cowbird interloper had grown so big it was twice the size of its parents I observed a very strange interaction.

The parent flew up to the nest and fed their feathered charge and instead of flying away, like it usually does, it stared at the fledgling (for by now it was fully feathered) as if studying it, perhaps puzzled by this humongous nestling it had been diligently feeding.

And then the strange part. Usually the cowbird fledg would open its beak indicating a desire for more food. Instead it turned its back to the Pee Wee and faced the wall, as if it was putting itself in time out, or wanted to get away from the Pee Wee’s scrutiny.

Well, maybe I’m overthinking the incident, although it was strange.

Two days later the fledgling is gone. This means the Pee Wees are gone. The Hubs is going through Pee Wee withdrawal.

We had developed a respectful camaraderie with our little feathered friends. They would perched nearby as we sat out back (we couldn’t give up all our patio area) and hang out before feeding The Kid (this is perhaps the most neutral nickname—did I mention I’m not a fan of cowbirds?)

One cool bird

They are darned personable little birds, almost cartoonish with large eyes, squatty body, and crew cut.

They will definitely be missed. Well, we still have the robins for entertainment and hummingbirds for wow factor.

Anyone have a nesting story to share?

Hammock Day!


I roundly celebrate hammock day!

I set up my hammock as soon as I possibly can, usually after June stops being so snively. A damp hammock is not joyful. Positioning the hammock so it gets a bit of the morning light but not too much of the afternoon sun is tricky, or it used to be. I solved the dilemma by purchasing a couple of patio umbrellas and then rigged up what I call my cabana curtains, which diffuse the direct sun. I then double pad for comfort with a couple of pillows.

Bliss

A side table for sunglasses, chapstick, binoculars, and my cool drink in my trusty Zulu.

I complete the scene with a good book. Usually there is a gentle, refreshing breeze which wafts my curtains. The Hubs refers to this set up as my Sheba time.

Naps are delicious in my hammock.

However, the last couple of days have seen temps over 85 and even setting up a fan by the hammock can’t combat the heat and I hide inside until evening, then it’s hammock time once again until bedtime.

I stubbornly keep my hammock up until the very last remnants of summer fade. I’ve been known to cozy under a special insulated blanket just so I can enjoy a wee bit more time in my hammock.

Here’s to the joy of Hammock Day!

The best part of summer is hammock time.

Word Nerd: Sprightly Choices


It’s summer, which means I am in the reading zone, that being primarily outside and, in my hammock, as much as possible.

Summer is also one of my favorite seasons (although when it is hitting the 80+ zone I look more forward to fall) and with all those sunny days and blue skies my endorphins are up and light-hearted is my general outlook.

This month’s Word Nerd complication reflects my sprightly way of feeling:

bibliotaph: a book lover who hoards books. Though not a true bibliotaph, I do have an entire bookshelf dedicated to Shakespeare.

winkle: to pry something out of a tight place, which usually involves patience—derived from removing periwinkle snails from their shell (to eat—be sure to cook with butter and garlic).

snail on the leaf, escargot on the menu

gudgeon: a gullible person; someone easily fooled—derived from the fish of the same name which is easily caught.

brummagem: an eye-catching object that later proves shoddy in quality—derived from the town of Birmingham, England once known for producing imitation goods based on expensive counterparts.

spezzatura: having effortless style or grace—sounds like another word for panache (my nod to Cyrano de Bergerac).

pother: a commotion or a fuss over something insignificant—reminds me of Winnie the Pooh. He would calmly say “Oh, bother” when confronted with a troublesome situation. Whereas “pother” fits Rabbit who would stomp around loudly vexed over some triviality.

image: target.com

whilom: an attribution to the past—a dated word, yet worthy to trot out to add some flourish to one’s sentence as in “I have fond memories of my whilom flip phone, as it was as less complicated than my iPhone.”

blatherskite: a Scottish word describing someone who speaks rapidly and profusely, yet offers little in substance.

tiffin: a light midday meal. Yes, I especially practice tiffing in the summer when it’s too hot to cook.

birr: to move with a whirring sound. Not to be confused with “burr” or “brr.” Think of helicopters or drones.

operose: describing a great deal of labor as in undertaking planting 100 bulbs last fall to enjoy their blooms in spring and summer.

Hands with gloves planting a flower bulb in garden soil with a basket of assorted bulbs nearby
tedious work, yet satisfying when the blooms arrive

appetence: a strong desire or craving. This does sound like appetite, doesn’t it? They are no doubt related. I have an appetence for light after our longish winter days of gloom.

quiescent: a momentary state of inactivity, but not total absence—like how the backyard birds disappear in the afternoon when the temps reach sweltering.

expiscate: to uncover information through thorough, careful inquiry. I wonder if my IMdB trivia dives into movies and shows qualifies?

Though chosen because they fit my light-hearted, summery feeling, most if not all work well throughout the year. I run into blatherskites when attempting a tiffin at a favorite eatery and have to withhold my pother, attempting some spezzatura as I winkle out my meal.

Until the next round of Word Nerds…

Reader Roundup: June 2026


June has settled down into its anticipated rollout of consistent sunny days. Good weather, good books, means it’s hammock time, which is always a good, good way to laze away a summer day. The kickoff to summer was filled with a month of several noteworthy books ranging from PBs to YAs to classics and even a pet care book.

Here are my really good reads from June:

Marble Hall Murders by Anthony Horowitz

The third outing for Susan Ryeland. She has left Crete, parted amicably with Andreas, and is back in London seeking work as an editor and having a rough time of it. No one wants to take a chance on the editor who inadvertently brought down both her publisher and publishing house.

She does manage a freelance opportunity with a young writer who will write a continuation of Atticus Pund—His Last Case. At the mention of Pund Susan immediately wants to say no, since association with seems to be dangerous for her.

She should have gone with her intuition.

Horowitz spins another metafiction tale of intrigue, combining two mystery stories that intersect with another. It’s fun, clever, witty, and the audio book with Lesley Manville reading Susan provides an enhanced insight into the story.

Can’t wait for the PBS presentation.

Confession: I listened to the audiobook and reread it as well. The perks of being so far ahead of my reading challenge is I can dawdle about with my reading schedule.

My Friend Flicka by Mary O’Hara

I ignored this book as a kid, not being into horse stories, but I am now determined to backtrack and discover classics I might have missed. O’Hara’s book is one of them and I am sure I wouldn’t have appreciated it as much then as I do now.

Mary O’Hara’s book is about a boy who is a bit of a daydreamer and has difficulty meeting up with the expectations of his pragmatic rancher father, that’s the foundation of the story; however, it also is about the greater aspects of family dynamics, the appreciation of nature, and how good people sometimes have it tough in life.

There is no veiled sugarcoating as the adults deal with financial problems, death, sickness, and the delicate balance between nature and man. It has deep philosophical aspects to consider, with some surprising harsh language and scenes of distressing animal violence not expected in a book shelved amidst juvie reads.

It’s thought the 1940s Roddy McDowell movie softened the realistic tone of O’Hara’s book, making it more “kid-friendly” when it might have better suited for adults, just as Carson McCuller’s The Heart is a Lonely Hunter is for older readers despite its protagonist being young.

O’Hara’s rich prose, strong characters, and unvarnished detail has established it as a beautiful book, one that has certainly earned its place as a classic.

Mystery on Skull Island by Elizabeth McDavid Jones

This was a surprisingly enjoyable mystery, considering it’s part of the American Girl series. The historical aspect of pirates, mixed in with Charles Town becoming established, along with the tensions of family drama, formed a worthwhile afternoon read for a summer day.

The Mouse: An Owner’s Guide to a Happy, Healthy Pet by Stephanie Shulman


Having owned mice, I can attest they are wonderful, friendly, and very entertaining pets. Needing some background details on this winsome critters, I found this amazing little book at the library.

For anyone considering mice as a pet, as it goes beyond simple care instructions by including an engaging history about mice and includes a section on fancy mice and how show mice (that’s apparently a thing!)

Picture of Death by ECR Lorac

One of the last Inspector Macdonald books Lorac wrote and it rates high in characters, red herrings, and plot twist.Fallen Splendor would be the subtitle as the story revolves around the slow ruination of a fairytale estate and its crumbling upon the remaining family members. Macdonald and Reeves once again prove they are an exceptional CID team as they work out the means whether it was an accident or a calculated murder.

(BTW: the story is far superior to the cover)

Murder on the Moor by Julianna Deering

The mystery, like the previous books, pays homage to mystery writers of that era in its plot. In this case it’s Doyle’s famous Hound of the Baskerville. Deering manages to put enough twist to the plot to save the story from becoming a pastiche.

This book can be read as a standalone, although the previous books provide a means of investing more into the characters. The plot moves along at a solid, steady pace with enough side trails to add further intrigue to a rousing conclusion.

The Big Book of Birds by Yuval Zommer, illustrated by Barbara Taylor

This is indeed a big book, both in physical size and content bing a fun and fabulous combination of text and illustrations. The whimsical art will attract young readers and older readers will appreciate the various topics as they enjoy the interactive search and find feature.

Dear Librarian by Lydia Sigwarth, illustrated by Romina Galotta

A book that promotes how special libraries are is reason enough to recommend this story. What makes it particularly special is how it emphasizes how libraries can become a safe and comforting place, especially for children who need that kind of security. And it is librarians, like the one in the book, that create that kind of connection.

The standout feature of this book is how it is based on the author’s personal experience.

The Honest Truth by Dan Gemeinhart

Having grown up with Mt. Rainier always in view I set aside my initial apprehension about this YA. Upfront, I knew it was going to be a tough read due to Mark, the main character, being terminally ill. It was also tough because he made decisions that involved hurting people with his lies and deception as he struggled to attain his goal. And it’s always difficult to read a story involving a faithful dog because of the outside chance something is going to happen to the dog. Fortunately, the dog proved wonderful throughout the story.

Dan Gemeinhart, in his debut novel, provides reader with a solid story and it’s okay if a story grabs a reader enough to cry—which I did —twice.

The Backyard Bystander


With summer full on, now that the solstice has arrived, I’m spending more time in the backyard or I’m longing to head out there as I plunk away on my computer whilst gazing out my office window.

The backyard is a playground of activity as birds, beasties, and bugs take advantage of the season.

Not long ago (actually longer ago than I care to admit), the backyard served as a playground for our kids. Running, yelling, camping, goofing in the inflatable pool were all part of summer fun. I’m still finding airsoft pellets in the yard as I garden, leftovers from the skirmishes the kids had with friends.

These days the backyard is quieter and I am in the role of bystander instead of being a referee or activities coordinator. I’ve even stepped away from yard manager, having settled on the compromise of enjoying the cultivated wilderness of flowers cohabiting with the forest.

Being a backyard bystander has its advantages. For one, more wildlife appearances.

A bevy of birds, a rambling raccoon, a swish of squirrels, and possibly a bear visit are part of the scenery.

I’m especially enjoying the variety of birds. We have several feeders and I rigged up a giant pine cone that gets smeared with crunchy peanut butter.

I had no idea birds enjoyed pb so much. Juncos, chickadees, nuthatches, sparrows all clamor for a turn surfing on the cone.

Lately a newcomer arrived, and this visitor totally perplexed us as to its identity.

A quandary

It doesn’t have a particular markings nor is its shape helpful in identification. Mature? Juvenile?

We think it might be a fox sparrow. Any guesses would be appreciated.

Any other backyard bystanders out there?

Bard Bits: Midsummer Muchness


Recently our little town ran a big event that drew in over 9,000 over the weekend: Ren Fair, where a celebration of Renaissance takes place. There are jousting knights, meandering minstrels, dazzling dancers, and of course, Queen Elizabeth I strolls among her subjects. The best part is how much of the crowd dons appropriate costumery. And there is a huge range of interpretation. Purists huff at the elf ears that many people wear, saying it’s not representative of the era, but a wag a finger and spout a differing opinion in defense of the fairy folk traipsing among the attendees.

“Ah, but fairies represent the imaginative offerings from Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

There is no denial or rebuttal, and I silently rack a discussion point, vowing to find my fairy within for next year’s faire.

image: The Realm
image: The Realm
image: pintrest

Another celebration of Midsummer was watching The Summer Book with Glenn Close last night. The film is based on Tove Jansson’s book, and it is a sensitive, quiet portrayal of a family celebrating life as they cope with death. Tove Jansson is famous for her Moomin books, which I read as a child, and they are still popular today.

In the film, Glenn Close plays the aged, wise grandmother who serves as the bridge between her grieving son and his six-year-old daughter, Sophia. While there isn’t much dialogue, when words are expressed, they have great significance. The tradition of spending summer at the family cabin is definitely affected by the recent death of Sophia’s mother, yet Glenn, as the stalwart grandmother, perseveres to keep going for Sophia’s sake.

At one point the family celebrates Midsummer, complete with flower crowns and fireworks, despite the rainy day. The symbolism is poignant as the father attempts to light the bottle rockets, but the damp weather has prevented two of three rockets to ignite.

Midsummer in the US is not typically celebrated with the gusto found in European countries such as England and in Scandinavia. However, it is a nice calendar marker that summer as basically begun, and that is a quiet celebration in itself.

Group of people dancing around a flower-adorned maypole at a lakeside festival in traditional Swedish clothing
People joyfully dance around a decorated maypole during a Swedish Midsummer festival near a lake. This would be a party worth dropping in for a bit.

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