Hummingbirds are scarce here, but there are plenty of chickadees that make their presence known. Usually by berating me if I walk past the empty sunflower feeder without filling it. OTOH, they also have a cute little "thank you" trill when they find a particularly tasty seed.
So how did Jackson dismiss his former staff?
Some of it will be spent watching, at a leisurely rate, the 48 hours of this
One never-before-seen ep, more materials in other eps, and goodies and clues, along with a reader's guide. All I had to do was be patient over the last six years, and I can now claim this as my reward.
Hint for tonight's gun pron: I found a concealment holster so neat, I went out to buy a handgun to fit it.
I think Jackson is another victim of the Obama economy...his staff went out of business.
We’ve taken care of Jackson almost 100% since October after we came home from a weekend trip to visit my Dad and found him outside our door, hungry, tired and frantic. I had told the ~owners across the street~ to keep him in since we would be gone, but they didn’t. Poor thing gobbled down some food and slept for two days. So he became our basement cat.
That worked well until the basement flooded (5+ inches plus) in June. It took several weeks to get that mess cleaned up and we couldn’t keep him there, so Jackson stayed up with us. The owner kept promising to get Jackson’s shots, but never did, and we knew he needed ‘em, if he was going to be outside/inside cat.
In the past year, all but two of the women who raised Jackson from a kitten have left the employment of the office across the street, and one “is not a cat person”. So he knew fewer and fewer people over there, which caused him to spend more time with us.
We’ve gotten quite fond of the little guy, so OB just did what needed to be done, and I told ‘em after the fact. As we suspected, they didn’t care and just shrugged ‘okay’.