Thoughts that crossed my mind as I was doing lawn work this morning….

• Even if your property consists merely of 1 tenth of 1 percent of 1quarter of 1 acre, nine-tenths of your work around the house will consist of biomass control.
• Ivy must come from some other planet.  It grows even in a drought.  The rest of your lawn could be dead, it could be turning to dust, and the ivy will still be growing.  And it always grows in the direction you don’t want it growing toward, and will reliably ignore the territory you are willing to let it have.
• Adjusting the anti-squirrel defenses on your bird feeders only raises the intelligence level of the neighborhood squirrels.  You are not keeping them away from your feeders, you are training them to solve complex problems.

[Update…]

• Bird spit is amazing stuff.  That’s Spit, not Shit.  Bird SPIT.  Ever wonder how those tiny little nests made of nothing but small sticks and twigs manage to stay intact during a thunder storm?  It’s the damn spit they use to hold everything together.  The barn swallow nests in the parking garage at the Institute are amazing things…tacked literally on the concrete walls by nothing more then dirt and swallow spit.  Never mind bird droppings, try cleaning a bunch of old seeds all stuck together by bird spit off the bottom of your bird feeders.  It’s Work!  If humans could spit glue like birds, we’d probably never have invented nails.