Exercises in Futility.

Every morning when I have oatmeal ( yes, I do have oatmeal every morning, well except weekends when I work, because I am heart healthy, or at least try to be) I fill the kettle with water, and after pouring it on my oatmeal and making my tea, I go out and pour the rest on the birdbath outside, thus thawing the ice, and making it liquid for the birds again. However, not only does it usually freeze again by the afternoon, I have yet to see one single bird in the damn thing. While I do not sit and stare at it all day, you still think I would see one in passing. Also, you may wonder why this is my problem? Well, the birdbath is mother's, but she simply refuses to take any responsability for it, and it is often dry during the summer, which means I have to fill it, so it has become my responsability ( I am quite aware that that word is spelled incorrectly, but I am too lazy and uncaring to find the correct spelling).

Also, as I am throwing hay down from the mow and feeding it to the cows daily, I am reminded of stacking it all up there in the hot days of the summer. A continous cycle with really nothing to show for it. I want to take a picture of the hay and say ( yes, rhyming, not on purpose) " Look what I did!"

Well... I suppose....