Attack of the Killer Blue Jay

Well now, Daddy Blue Jay is protecting his nest again. He does not seem to care for when I mow my lawn. It took me a long 3 hours just to mow the back yard tonight. But I did have the company of Daddy J. I'm not yet sure where the nest is but it's in the gnarled mess of a tree in my back yard. He dive-bombs me and/or the lawnmower. I first noticed him tonight sitting on the fence squawking at me loud enough I could hear him over the mower. Then I had to laugh when he flew off and tapped the top of my head. That seems to be his favorite activity to get my attention. When that's not working, he hops in front of the mower. This will go on just like last summer until the end of July. It's really quite funny.

My Lawn

I'd be happy to have mower lines.

Right now, it's getting out of control.
And I'm not feelin' it.

Lawn care

Yesterday I mowed my lawn. I was suppose to rain late last night. I didn't see any signs of that happening. It was also supposed to rain today as well. Not a drop until it was passed dark and even then just sprinkles. I love weathermen, they are so predictably inaccurate. Let's pay them more, shall we?

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I also mowed my neighbors front yard. It was a selfish move. I do it because, if I have an OCD, it's jagged lawns. If I only cut mine, then my neighbors lawn would have looked awkward. I can't have that. I live on a corner lot, so it's more noticeable. He has on occasion mowed my lawn when I was under the weather. So I like to think, they think, I'm being neighborly. I just being... well is selfish the right word here.

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He thanked me today, which was nice. Throwing in a sideways hunt for a thank you for himself, when he mowed my lawn while I was in NY, and there had been a lot of rain. Ummmm, I did thank you for that Mr. Dude. But okay, I'll play your game *Thank you for that. That was awfully kind of you.* (thinking in my crazy brain - now, would you stop draining your rainwater into my yard?)