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e feeders now full the cafe is buzzing again and the birds appear to have forgiven me for those three days last week — or maybe they just forgot about it.</p><p id="7035"><b>Birds:</b> You gotta love ‘em.</p><p id="fd65">Speaking of birds, I made fried chicken yesterday for only the second time so far this year. It turned out really well. Last year I began using only unrefined, organic, virgin coconut oil on those celebratory days in which I fry. Not only is it healthier but a very, very subtle flavor is imparted to the chicken. I like it. Plus now I only use fresh parsley (Never Dried!) in my flouring. It really helps set off the cayenne pepper.</p><p id="3088">I once fried chicken with Colonel Harlan Sanders. True story. The Colonel was impressed and asked what my secret was. I showed him. For free.</p><p id="4c94">We had lunch together the next day and he told a lot of dirty jokes. True story.</p><p id="dbe9">You know, ‘<i>sprinkly</i>’ is a word that is just too cute to be relegated to meteorological nomenclature. Personally, I think people should consider naming their new pet, <b>Sprinkly</b>. I’ve never met a pet named <b>Sprinkly</b> before. Your pet will have a unique name — or, at least, until it catches on. When you open your door and call out, “<b>Sprinkly</b>!” your neighbors won’t think it’s weird at all — unless it’s sprinkling at the time. When Santa visits in December and sees a little red stocking on the mantel with the name, <b>Sprinkly</b>, on it he’ll know just what to put in that st

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ocking.</p><p id="32d8">Well, it is getting darker outside. I can smell rain in the air blowing through the apartment. Ah, what a heavenly scent! Nature really is giving me a gift today and I’m truly grateful. I want to hug her.</p><p id="ba05">Well, it’s almost lunch time. I was originally planning on having a cold piece of fried chicken today. I cooked three large piece yesterday; two for dinner and one for lunch the next day. Inexplicably all three pieces somehow got eaten last night so there’s no chicken for lunch. Don’t you hate it when that happens?</p><p id="40dd">The rain is intensifying. It looks like we are in for a genuine downpour. By the way, I most definitely do NOT recommend that anyone name their pet, <b>Downpour</b>. That’s just not right.</p><p id="a414"><i>Copyright by <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>White Feather</b></a>. All Rights Reserved.</i></p><p id="73f6"><i>Speaking of dogs…</i></p><div id="ead2" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-girl-and-the-dog-d60aaccbee59"> <div> <div> <h2>The Girl and the Dog</h2> <div><h3>Who saved a village</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*nBSOGrL8NupqlCwgV_iszQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Diary of an Earthling

After five weeks of 100+ degree weather (Fahrenheit), the last couple of days have been a much-needed reprieve from the brutal heat. It is cloudy and cool and sprinkly with temperatures not surpassing 80. The air conditioner is turned off and all the windows are wide open and the birds are singing like crazy. Mother Nature: You gotta love her. She might throw you into a boiling hot cauldron but she’ll pull you back before it’s too late.

Am I lucky, or what? I guess that is determined based on one’s opinion about luck. Is it real? Is it pure coincidence? Or are there vibrations in play? What’s the difference between luck and mojo?

Speaking of birds, things are getting back to normal at the White Feather Bird Cafe. This year I hung two bird feeders from the end of the porch roof just above my little garden of potted flowers. The porch now has a real outdoor cafe vibe going on. But last week I ran out of bird food! For three whole days there was no food available at the White Feather Bird Cafe. How could I be so negligent? As the proprietor of a cafe it is my responsibility to make sure there is food on the table every day. With the feeders now full the cafe is buzzing again and the birds appear to have forgiven me for those three days last week — or maybe they just forgot about it.

Birds: You gotta love ‘em.

Speaking of birds, I made fried chicken yesterday for only the second time so far this year. It turned out really well. Last year I began using only unrefined, organic, virgin coconut oil on those celebratory days in which I fry. Not only is it healthier but a very, very subtle flavor is imparted to the chicken. I like it. Plus now I only use fresh parsley (Never Dried!) in my flouring. It really helps set off the cayenne pepper.

I once fried chicken with Colonel Harlan Sanders. True story. The Colonel was impressed and asked what my secret was. I showed him. For free.

We had lunch together the next day and he told a lot of dirty jokes. True story.

You know, ‘sprinkly’ is a word that is just too cute to be relegated to meteorological nomenclature. Personally, I think people should consider naming their new pet, Sprinkly. I’ve never met a pet named Sprinkly before. Your pet will have a unique name — or, at least, until it catches on. When you open your door and call out, “Sprinkly!” your neighbors won’t think it’s weird at all — unless it’s sprinkling at the time. When Santa visits in December and sees a little red stocking on the mantel with the name, Sprinkly, on it he’ll know just what to put in that stocking.

Well, it is getting darker outside. I can smell rain in the air blowing through the apartment. Ah, what a heavenly scent! Nature really is giving me a gift today and I’m truly grateful. I want to hug her.

Well, it’s almost lunch time. I was originally planning on having a cold piece of fried chicken today. I cooked three large piece yesterday; two for dinner and one for lunch the next day. Inexplicably all three pieces somehow got eaten last night so there’s no chicken for lunch. Don’t you hate it when that happens?

The rain is intensifying. It looks like we are in for a genuine downpour. By the way, I most definitely do NOT recommend that anyone name their pet, Downpour. That’s just not right.

Speaking of dogs…