So I guess my camera wasn’t fast enough to get this little bird as it flew off the bird feeder, eh?
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Sunset Over Parking Lot
This is from last night. We came out of a restaurant in North Andover and saw this. The sky looked like that all the way home. It was pretty spectacular.
Stanley Cup Finals Game Four Tonight
We’re just about 11 hours away from the drop of the puck in game four of the Stanley Cup Finals. I wonder if I’d be this psyched up for the game if the Blackhawks were leading in the series. Do sports fans in other cities go through these mood swings, or is it just we Bostonians who live and die by our teams?
When our team wins we feel invincible. They are immortal, nothing will ever harm them. We can’t wait for the next game so that we can witness the titans squashing the mere mortals on the other team. Game time is celebration time.
When our team lost the last game it’s different. There is a sense of impending doom. The unraveling of all that is good in the world is just about to begin. When game time comes it’s a nervous feeling. Oh no… here we go again.
We take this crap way to seriously here in Boston. I wonder if the rest of the country acts the same way.
Don’t get me wrong though, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Rooting for a winning team in Boston is THE BEST. Hell, rooting for a losing team in Boston is still pretty great. We just bitch about them more, and who doesn’t love bitching? Am I right, or am I right?
Game four is tonight at 8:00ish. A Bruins win gives us a 3-1 lead in the series and brings us to the brink of another Cup. A Blackhawks win ties the series at two and gives the home ice advantage back to Chicago. That cannot happen.
Statistically speaking, is this a must win for the Bruins? No. Realistically speaking, is this a must win for the Bruins? ABSOLUTELY! We need to put them away quickly. We cannot give them any hope. We cannot give them any life.
Win game four, Bruins. You must win game four!
Go Bruins!
Birds!!!
Two different birds! One is a Cardinal! Where is my good camera!
Two Bunnies!
Not one, but two bunnies!
Oh… Yippee
Hooray, he said with total sarcasm…
Bird Feeder Update
It’s time for a bird feeder update.
Don’t give me that look. You know you are dying to know how they are doing.
Much to my eternal surprise, the little bird house balancing on the empty flower box outside of the dining room window is still there! I’m guessing the reason it hasn’t fallen over yet is that no animals have found it yet. That’s just a guess, but it’s almost certainly an accurate one. This is how it looked at about 7:40 this morning, just before I left for work.
The news regarding the back yard bird feeder is a little more interesting. The good news is, twice this morning I saw birds visiting it. First a little bird flew up to it, landed, heard a noise (probably a fat guy in the house knocking stuff over trying to get to a camera of some sort), and took off. A few minutes later I looked out and saw a larger bird flying away. Success! The birds have discovered their free meal!
The bad news is that the squirrels have discovered the free meal too. Yesterday my beloved wife Jennifer saw a squirrel hanging upside down from the hook the bird feeder is hanging on, just munching away. Jen yelled at the little rodent bitch and scared it away, but I doubt it stayed away for very long.
I just hope that putting a bird feeder in view of our bedroom window doesn’t drive the HipstaKitty to murderous, psychotic episodes of bird watching frustration.
Stanley Cup Finals Game Three – The Bruins Win
Here’s the NHL highlight video of last night’s game. Give it a look.
Notice anything funny about that video? Anything out of the ordinary?
I did. It’s almost all Bruins highlights. The Blackhawks highlights are few and far between? Why is that?
It’s because the Bruins pretty much owned that game last night. The Bruins got goals from Paille, again, and Bergeron, again. Allow me to jump on a bandwagon and start calling Dan Paille by his new (censored) nickname:
Yippee Paille, muthaf*cker. Heh heh, Die Hard meets Bruins. Some how it fits.
The Bruins now have a two games to one lead in the Stanley Cup Finals. Far be it from me to start feeling anything more than cautious optimism. This is far, far from over. Chicago is a fantastic team. Don’t count them out. Even though they threw the best they possibly could at the Bruins in game two and still ended up losing, and then came out in game three and seemed to play as if they were constantly hearing footsteps behind them. The Blackhawks are not done. Not by a long shot.
Boston is two wins away. Two painfully difficult wins that we should not assume are ours for the taking. No. There is huge work left to be done by our heroic Bruins, but they are definitely up to the challenge.
Game four is tomorrow night in Boston.
Go Bruins!
Stanley Cup Finals Game Three: Drop the Damn Puck!
We still have more than six hours to go until the start of tonight’s game three of the Stanley Cup Finals between the glorious, brilliant, magical, majestic, kingly, heroic, noble Boston Bruins, and the douchey, pucky Chicago Blackhawks.
What do you mean, I am a homer?
Game one went to triple overtime and the Blackhawks stole the game from the Bruins. Game two included the single most one sided period of the entire post season as the Blackhawks dominated the Bruins in embarrassing fashion. The Bruins then won the game in overtime.
Two games. Both team won a game they had no business winning.
Now we come home to Boston for game three. I am hoping for a convincing Bruins win in regulation because frankly, with an 8:20ish start time, I don’t think I can make it through another overtime.
Six hours to go. I say we flip the bird to the television network and drop the puck right now. Who’s with me?!?
Go Bruins!
Fathers Day and the Birds
I’m not a father. I’m a step father. My step kids were insistant that being a step father is close enough for fathers day. I went along with it on the sole condition that they promised me that their father came first. They both made me cards and got me a gift. One of the gifts is a little bird house. Now, from the minute we moved into this house I have wanted to encircle it completely with bird feeders. I don’t know why, but for some reason a bird feeder in the yard is like a symbol of territorial rights. That’s lame, but it’s something like that. If I hang a bird feeder, then it means I belong here. Right.
When we first moved in, my step son and I hung a great big bird feeder from a tree on the edge of the woods. Big mistake. The squirrels in the neighborhood were well fed, but the birds… not so much. I filled it twice that year and never again. Today, we went to a pet store and bought some seed. We’re trying again. I also bought a second small feeder. What the hell, we’re on a roll.
The one issue with the bird house the kids got is that it does not have any way to actually hang on anything. My temporary solution was to put the planter box back on the dining room window. I filled the little house with seeds and balanced it on the corner of the box. We’ll see how it goes.
The feeder I got for myself was nothing special. I took it out back and hung it from a tallish plant hanger that I found in the back yard when we first moved in. I’ll bet that the squirrels find a way to knock it over, but we’ll see how it goes.
Inside the Red Head's Head 