2/12/2014 2:00:00 PM Back Talk From The Back House
Sam, a "bird dog" awaits a feast of eating sunflower seeds.
By Nancy Wilson
I knew Sam ate bird seed, because he always cleaned up the floor after I'd finished filling the feeder, and he seemed to think it was spilled all over the place just for him. But I didn't expect the surprise I found one day when I came home after a long day away, that Saturday when I went to Lewiston to the play, in fact. And then I didn't even notice until the next day.
I went out to bring the feeder in, and set up the process of refilling it. I had one new bag of seed, and one that was about half full ... I thought.
I got out the half-full one, only to discover torn plastic and a paucity of sunflower seed left.
I looked at Sam; he wouldn't say a word, but I knew who the culprit was. He gets annoyed with me when I'm gone for any length of time, and dreams up some trick or other, just to take his revenge.
This time, he had done well: there was no longer enough seed in the bag to fill the feeder, so, of course, I had to go with the new bag of same. I was glad I had it on hand.
Instead of leaving it on the floor in its usual spot, I put what was left into the oven (which I seldom use) just so he couldn't get into it.
A couple of days ago, it came time to refill the feeder. I brought it in, poured most of the seed into it safely, then inadvertently spilled about half of the seed out onto the floor.
This time, I couldn't blame Sam, although he was right there, ready to take on the task of slurping it all up for me, but I thought the birds might need it a bit more than he did.
I chased him away, swept up the seeds, and put them back into the bag.
Although the bag is still on the floor beside my chair at the moment, it will probably find its way to the top of the refrigerator before I go out again and leave him home alone.
Because of his propensity for eating sunflower seeds, I think he has earned the "bird dog" moniker (one of my friends tells me he's a bird).
In other news from the back house, I am now happily enjoying the Olympics on my very own TV, thanks to the technical expertise and kindness of my son, who came down Saturday and fixed it for me.
This is the first time I've had a functional TV for many years, but since I heartily dislike commercials, I'll probably just watch whatever Olympics (I really love the winter games) I can stay awake for, then return to my favorites, old movies on DVD.
The Olympics are a real pleasure for me, even though I did have to take some time out from them to write this back talk column ... but now that this has been sent in, I can go watch some more of the ultimate of sports.