Sounds like it’s a sign that Facebook is bad for you!
The blue jays have arrived at the feeders. Five, at the moment, but I’ve seen as many as seven, including one with no tail feathers that flies like a shoe. They are really large, at least half again as big as Tom the Mocker.
I’m going to have a shower, but first, I’ll give Shannon her pill.
FB is the only way I have at the moment of keeping in touch with the nieces and nephews who care about me. The ones who don’t care are obvious by their willingness to find fault with what I say. I’m not talking about discussions; I’m talking about animosity and contention.
But it’s definitely an overload for the laptop!
I have to limit my time to 45 minutes maximum. I used to leave it minimized, but I can’t do that, any more because FR does almost the same thing. I can’t have both of them running.
Which makes me wonder how people can have FB on their phones.
There was a blue jay when we lived on Douglass Island in Alaska who learned very quickly that we had food set out for the chipmunk that liked to come up onto the porch. Dad had made a little platform feeder so we could see it from the kitchen window. The jay would perch in one of the fir trees and wait for the chipmunk, then swoop down, scare the chipmunk off and help himself to the food. The food would be there, but the jay would wait.