Monday, February 23, 2026
Waste Not, Want Not
After watching the noisy, invasive parakeets in the Plaza de la Merced in Málaga, it's nice to be home watching our own noisy, invasive parakeets in our garden! Noisy, invasive parakeets really are a worldwide phenomenon. They sure do love our suet balls. That one on top is trying to lift the lid to get into the feeder!
Seriously, it's great to be home. I love putting down the bags, unpacking everything, doing the laundry and getting organized. That's what I did yesterday, in addition to finally catching up on most blogs and responding to some comments.
I made lunch with some ingredients in the fridge that survived our weeklong absence, but only barely. We had some broccoli in there that was looking a bit pale, and a head of baby gem lettuce that "expired" on Jan. 14! (I say "expired" in quotes because why does lettuce need an expiration date?) The outer leaves were looking pretty sad, so I threw those away, but the inner ones looked fine and I washed them up and ate them. Waste not, want not!
(Every time I hear that phrase, I think of a scene in the TV miniseries "Backstairs at the White House," which I watched as a kid. One of the presidents -- Wilson or Coolidge, I can't remember -- arrives at the White House and begins turning off lights. "Waste not, want not," he says. Something tells me that is not a lesson Donald Trump will have learned.)
Here's some of the promised footage from the garden cam, showing our bird feeders. As I said yesterday, I wanted to see whether rodents were getting to the seed, and they're not -- at least not in the feeders. But the birds are messy eaters, particularly the great tits, which fling seeds hither and yon with wild abandon. In addition to great tits, which have black heads, white faces and yellowish bodies, you'll see smaller blue tits, which have blue heads and bright yellow bodies. You can also hear the roofers talking as they work on the house next door.
Today we have a professional development day at work. I think there's some kind of meeting to get us all on the same page and then some planned tutorials or other activities. This may be my last professional development day, come to think of it!
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The bird feeders must provide endless entertainment.
ReplyDeleteIt is so damned obvious when vegetables and fruit are no longer fit to eat. Expiry dates are absurd for fresh vegies and fruit.
I tend to ignore expiry dates, unless it's for fish or chicken. The sniff test generally works well.
ReplyDeleteProfessional Development days ... the bane of my working life. I am so glad to be retired ...
If it hasn't got blue fur or gone mushy it is probably OK to eat!
ReplyDeleteMy friend's son.....in his late teenage years, was left at home when they went away for a few days. They came back to a proud son, who had thrown out all the food in the freezer that was " out of date" !!
We stopped putting seeds in our feeders, we have a rat problem in our gardens, we now feed sunflower hearts, the birds love them, there is less mess, and I don't have to pull up and stray plants which grow from the seeds.
ReplyDeleteArrive home....sort everthing with a sigh of relief.....and start planning the next trip!!
ReplyDeleteGLOSSARY
ReplyDelete"professional development day" = day off work but at work , lounging around, looking out of the window and drinking coffee, often with biscuits (American: cookies) while people at the front drone on relentlessly like, well... drones!
Great tits, blue tits, and roofers. I wondered what kind of bird that last one was. Then I caught on.
ReplyDeleteHow nice to have the 'last day' - one day closer to your retirement.
ReplyDeleteOne great part of travel, is returning home.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if the roofers were talking about great tits ... it kinda seems like they would?
ReplyDelete"Last professional development day" - sounds like a reason to celebrate. :)
ReplyDeleteDays like professional development days are easier to take when you know you won't have many (or any) more. I know what you mean about that returning home feeling. It can take a bit to resettle but it feels so good!
ReplyDeleteArtemis, my cat was on my lap while I watched the video and he loved it. He is now checking behind the computer to see where the birds went. I may have to play it again for him.
ReplyDeleteCheers Peter and Artemis
There's No Place Like Home - There's No Place Like Home - There's No Place Like Home -There's No Place Like Home - If I Only Hand A Brain
ReplyDeleteStay Groovy ,
Cheers
Being a child that grew up during the energy crisis of the 70's and early 80's and wasting energy was very taboo, we were fined a quarter if we left a room with the light still on. It made quite the memory because I am still like that over 50 years later.
ReplyDeleteWTF does "professional development" even mean? And at this stage in your career of being a librarian at that school, I would think your professional anything needs no more development.
ReplyDeleteHow I miss watching the chickens flock under the bird feeder to scratch up and eat what the messy wild birds had managed to fling about. Waste not indeed!