When I made my own suet, it was my “everything that’s going stale that a bird would eat” casserole. I also included blocks of beef fat that the grocery store would give me for free. The advantage to the store-bought suet is that its lack of odor makes it more invisible to the larger animals.
Coincidentally, today is also “Get murdered in your sleep while in public day.” My daffodils and crocus are in full poof, the blossoms on the Bradford pears are brown from being frozen, and the dang forsythia started blooming yesterday. So, everything is a month to six weeks early. I love summer bulbs, but the summer heat makes their blooms last two days if I’m lucky so they aren’t worth the trouble and expense. I no longer have impatiens because of the loss of shade for them, but they would dutifully reseed themselves every year. Now, it’s just the poppies and the Black-eyed Susy plants to fill in the garden spaces. Fortunately, the deer don’t care for them.
But did they listen. Noooooo!
Or you could donate everything to charity to help someone else.
Since the former Royals have to make a living now, I doubt they have the luxury of hiding.
The trick is to pay attention to the dog’s body language and have a long enough leash to give you time to act if needed.
Stef is Mean Girl Tiffany in high school.
These kids were such jerks about Charlie’s party honoring his baseball work, (yes, I’m still salty about that), I doubt they’d bother to write something nice about Snoopy.
The Vikings and the Templars were here first so take that, Columbus. I assume you taught her the mnemonic about “crossing the ocean blue.”
Horse teeth chomp things harder than cooked and dried oatmeal, every day.