Bird Bath Bowl

... today. She's been clearing her bowl of wet food first thing... for drinking water and a bird bath. Targets : HbA1c <53, BP <130/...

... station, that has a water bowl ,no bigger than a ash...  We have a 2lt concrete bird bath.Every time a flock of... starlings come down and bath in it we have to...

I didn't mean to derail your thread.. I've just never seen squirrels mess with tomatoes before. I'm wondering, is it really dry there ? Maybe the neighbors peanut supply leave them gasping for a drink ? I have zero aversion to shooting tree rats, but I can't help but wonder if a bird bath or even a bowl of water by the tree line wouldent spare your tomatoes the squirrel attention..

... small balcony, so installing a bird bath may not be the best ... cheap deep plate or shallow bowl directly on the balcony. Pour...

- Scrubbed down one outdoor cat feeder inside and out with Dawn and hot water, rinsed clean and replace the floor mat, towel and food bowl. - Scrubbed out the bird bath and refilled with fresh water. - Took the cats Gaba script to Drug Mart and they filled it without any problems. - Got the mail.

... it." He made a scrunchy bird face. "We hid it in... the table into his sister's bowl of Nishime. SPLASH. "Noooo!" she... said desperately. "I need a bath!," Cindi shouted. I hope things...

Just had a gull at the bird bath/drink bowl, said bowl is a bit over 18" high, this gull had head and probably about 6" inches of neck showing above the bowl when stood on the ground, never quite realised they were that tall

... for her, then draw a bath?” Nehushta nodded, her fingers still... small fingers twitching like a bird unsure whether to trust the ... as the servants placed a bowl of lentil stew and fresh ... hands hovering uncertainly over her bowl and plate, and without hesitation, ... approached and said, "Mary, your bath is ready—I've added lavender ... it going. Master Thomas, Mary’s bath is done—she’s been asking ...

..., poised as she brought a bowl of noodles to her lips ... muttering something about needing a bath first, Neze volunteering to run ... above the rim of the bowl into your mouth like a ... a sound like a startled bird. He reinforced his legs. The ...

... take the bed, you stubborn bird!" "Ugh, you are so incredibly... in her step. Haughty ass bird. This girl really knew how... my turn to take a bath now, and I was really.... I side-eyed the haughty ass bird for a moment. "Don't touch... as it hovered over her bowl. The bratty, often haughty mask... to avoid this greedy ass bird from taking it. I would..., in all honesty, the fuckass bird that I hated with all ...

Good news to report. Finally saw a bird having a nibble. A blackbird but he was ignoring the seeds in the bowl and eating the ones in the bath. Maybe they enjoy the seeds like that? Then spotted a pigeon doing the same thing. Then a robin eating out of the bowl. Makes me happy to see them like this. And NO squirrels anywhere!

... restaurant so I ordered a bowl of chicken and rice soup... and tomorrow. I headed to bath/bed after 11, stayed up ... morning. There was a bigger bird on the feeder, one of ...

... when kids ran around with bath towels for capes. The worst... mean they can't handle the bird." "So you're choosing to ask... hand, via a bowl of still-soggy excrement was particularly embarrassing. "Bird bitch," I could... something. Now, what's the blackest bird? Hint: It's not a corvid. ... cemani is the most melanated bird. Its hyperpigmentation is so severe ...

... when kids ran around with bath towels for capes. The worst... mean they can't handle the bird." "So you're choosing to ask... hand, via a bowl of still-soggy excrement was particularly embarrassing. "Bird bitch," I could... something. Now, what's the blackest bird? Hint: It's not a corvid. ... cemani is the most melanated bird. Its hyperpigmentation is so severe ...

... last few days and the bowl of the bird bath was full of water and ... turn out just right. The bird bath was a birthday gift from ...

..., I was putting out a bowl of water, but I bought ... vixen was drinking from the bird bath. The cubs, and the parents ...

... garden with this freestanding bird bath and feeder bowl. Designed to attract birds... Purpose: Functions as both a bird bath and bird feeder, giving visiting birds a... the ground, keeping the bird bath stable even in breezy conditions. Detachable Bowl: Easy to remove... wildlife to visit. This garden bird bath is perfect for attracting feathered ...

... silk. Tanya felt like a bird made of lead, heavy, shattered... table. On it was a bowl of grey, steaming porridge that ... grey, undulating mass in the bowl. Her mind, stripped of its ... motion. "Lurch has prepared the bath." She looked down at her, "... house." Tanya emerged from the bath feeling, to her utter confusion, ...

... now.      They have a couple bird feeders very near to this... some water in a bowl or dish near the bird feeder if you don't have a bird bath.

As said on my other post. My delivery took about 4 days. But all okay

... put together a giant every-colored bird, made of fabric held together... decades maturing - was a bath of flavor on the tongue. ... took a gulp from a bowl of liquor he'd been given. ... took a sip from the bowl of liquor that he had ... of Delight [link]: An upright bird demon with two heads and ...

... the Grace. He set his bowl down and went over and... the skull of a carrion bird picked clean. From the crown... before his brain did. One bowl of porridge was not enough... his joints like a hot bath. He watched. The chains clinked...

... day lilies routed off to Bath. Another four will travel home... the fatball holder & small bird gossip had it back on... tree! Cat eating from the bowl I scrubbed out & filled. ...

Gardenline Curved Fountain https://www.aldi.us/products/114009706 ​ Has anyone purchased this Aldi find for this week. It seems to work great in our copper Aldi birdbath except that the suction cups won't stay stuck to the bottom of the birdbath. Anybody else have this issue and a fix? Maybe, double sided water proof tape. I tried Grilla tape but doesn't seem to be as waterproof as they say. Edit: This is gonna be a return. Couple things that don't work well for me. I can't keep the fountain centered. Alot of models on Amazon come with stabilizers to keep it centered. The fountain needs full sun to work. I mean full, as in 100%. Even one cloud prevents it from working. The spray, when working, is too high and the slightest wind blows water out of the bowl. submitted by /u/GabbyPotlucky to r/aldi [link] [comments]

This was fun to make 😁 submitted by /u/SuperSlowSnailmail to r/budgies [link] [comments]

Not sure if this is where to ask, please let me know if you have better ideas! ​ Where I live got incredibly dry and hot, incredibly fast. I had my sprinkler on today and our neighborhood flock of robins swooped down and kept trying to hop to wherever it was spraying. I can't leave my sprinkler on for long, or during peak heat hours, obviously. But I am broker than broke and can't even buy a cheap birdbath. ​ Would a big mixing bowl outside help? I'm afraid they wouldn't really have anything to grab onto. Thought about putting some rocks in, but not sure if that would help. And I rent a lot, and the owners are pretty picky about things looking nice, and idk if a mixing bowl filled with rocks would annoy them lol. Would they still use it if it was just on the ground? They were hopping around in the sprinkler so I would think so, but I know traditional bird baths are elevated. ​ Is there anything I can reuse or recycle to make something for the birds to cool off in? Any ideas would be super appreciated! ​ ​ submitted by /u/uglyheadink to r/birds [link] [comments]

The initial bowl got destroyed because I left it outside the day I made and it rained. So I gave it another shot and have put some pebbles and something to sit on. submitted by /u/ShivamJoker to r/birds [link] [comments]

She’ll choose to drink out of there despite me bringing out her own water bowl when we’re hanging outside. Right now I’m just filling it up and emptying it as we’re chilling but it’s kind of precariously stacked there. It’s like 16x16” for scale submitted by /u/Edward_highmore to r/DogAdvice [link] [comments]

Building a container pond and will have a bird bath in it. Any leads on HEB’s carrying bird baths or large Talavera bowls? I see some HEB’s having them in the past, but my local Mueller location has none. TIA. submitted by /u/cappyncoconut to r/AustinGardening [link] [comments]

[SETLIST THREAD\] 12/31/25 - Phish @ MSG - New York, NY (N4) 🚨 If the setlist is not refreshing for you, you're probably using the mobile app which isn't great at updating **Set I**(7:59PM - 9:27PM): Free (7), Birds Of A Feather (7), Bouncing Around The Room (4), Stash (10), Waste (4), My Friend, My Friend (15), A Life Beyond The Dream (7), Kill Devil Falls (9), More (6), Monsters (6) Life Saving Gun (11) **Set II** (9:50PM - 11:10PM): Sand (10) > Fuego (15) > No Men In No Man's Land (6), What's Going Through Your Mind (12), You Enjoy Myself (21), It’s Ice (9) Cream [1] (7) **Set III** (11:36PM - 12:56PM): Harry Hood [2] (13) > 2001 [3] -> Auld Lang Syne [4] (2) -> Tweezer [5] (30) -> Piper (20) -> Say It To Me S.A.N.T.O.S. **Encore** (1:03AM - 1:15AM): Sincere [6] (2), Spock's Brain [7] (5) > Tweezer Reprise (4) [1] During the debut a Milkman played a cowbell [2] During Hood, the milkman returned along with farm animals and giant milk cartons. A milky ballet ensued. The milky dancers descend into a freezer wheeled on stage. The freezer is closed as the > begins [3] Trey takes over the drum set as the milkmen put Jon into a space ship launching him into… [4] As Jon takes flight, the new year begins. At the end Jon reappears with a cowboy hat [5] Multicultural Ice Cream Dancers have a party and hot dogs were available. Meatstick was teased. [6] The Band from Vermont reappeared in milkmen costumes [7] A giant milk carton hangs above **Show times** Official: 7:30PM ET **Posters Links** Poster #1 by Máximo Tuja Poster #2 Poster #3 by Amy Jean Official Stream ~~~~~~~~~ WELCOME FELLOW WOOKS! It’s New Year’s Eve and we are ending it together with The Band from Vermont! Can’t wait to hang with the couch folk tonight while everyone is partying it down in NYC! Even though the year is coming to an end you can still come talk Phish shows with us at r/phishshowsdiscussion join us on Discord. What’s in your cup? What’s on your plate? What’s in your bowl? What’s your opener call? Where ya at? What time are we starting? You tell me tonight! ~~~~~~~ Set 1 Opener Set 2 Opener * The mobile app is terrible about refreshing the setlist, sometimes you need to quit the app. * Do not ask for links in the thread * Take care of your shoes, be nice, Go Pats ~~~~~~~~~ Check Ins: Bath Time, 31,000 Feet, 110, Reading PA, Fayetteville, 226, Richmond, Gatlinburg, 221, Dallas, Philly, Uranus, South Pittsburgh TN, Nashville, Boca Raton, Lakeland, Litchfield County CT by way of Jacksonville FL, Da Skook, Mooresville, Minneapolis, Greenville, Chilly Summit NJ, Charlotte, San Fernando Valley, Vegas, Ludlow VT, Toledo, SE MN, Orlando, Huntsville, Portland, South Philly, Australia, Jacksonville, San Francisco, 216, 208, 120, 210, Georgia Vermont, Ohio Couch, Summertown, Boulder, Chapel Hill, 113, San Diego, Nutley, Indy, Saratoga Springs, Larkspur, Columbus, Central Wisconsin, Louisville, Georgetown, Albany, the Bridge, OKC, the escalator, Detroit, Beaverton, NoVa submitted by /u/milespeeingyourpants to r/phish [link] [comments]

Has anyone found a water heating element that actually works, and for longer than 3 days?? I swear in the last 3 years, I spent literally hundreds of dollars on different heating elements, heated bird baths, heated animal water bowls... you name it, I've tried it. None of them have worked. A couple things worked for a few days, but then stopped working. What gives???? How do people keep open water for their birds through the winter in cold climates?? Is it all just a fucking scam meant to sap a weekly tax from people who care about birds? Do these companies not intend for their products to do the single thing they were supposedly designed and marketed to do? Has anyone found an actual solution to this problem? Or am I just that unlucky? Some of the heating elements I've gotten didn't even work the first time I plugged them in! Like, maybe they would keep the water from COMPLETWLY freezing solid... when it's 28 degrees out. But get down below 25, and nothing I've tried works. submitted by /u/Bencetown to r/birding [link] [comments]

I don’t know who else to tell, or what I even expect to happen by posting this. I can’t call anyone. He’s always… around. I’m writing this on my phone, huddled in my closet, hoping the sound of the old house settling will cover the frantic tapping of my thumbs. I feel like a little kid again, hiding from monsters. The difference is, this time, the monster thinks it’s my dad. Let me back up. I’m 23. I live with my father. It wasn’t the plan, obviously. College, job, my own place, that was the plan. But the economy is what it is, and my mom passed a few years back, and he was getting on in years. He’s retired, and his pension is just enough to keep the lights on in this old house. It wasn’t a bad arrangement. I’d work my shifts at a warehouse downtown, help with bills, and he’d potter around, watch his old movies, and complain about his back. We had a rhythm. It was quiet, maybe a little lonely, but it was normal. The change was so gradual I almost didn't notice it. At first, it was just… nice. My dad, who for the last five years had mostly treated the armchair in front of the TV as a natural extension of his body, started moving again. He was always a big guy, a former mechanic, and age had settled on him like a thick layer of dust. But suddenly, the dust was gone. It started about a month ago. He went down to the basement to fix a leaking pipe. I’d offered to do it, but he insisted. "Still got some use in these old hands," he'd grumbled, a familiar refrain. He was down there for hours. I remember calling down once, asking if he needed help, and just getting a muffled "Got it handled!" in response. When he finally came up, he was smudged with dirt and grime, but he was grinning. A real, toothy grin, wider than I’d seen in a decade. "All sorted," he announced, clapping his dusty hands together. He looked… invigorated. I just figured he was proud of himself for handling the repair. The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of birds chirping outside. That wasn't unusual. The unusual part was my dad, standing at the stove, humming. He hadn’t cooked a proper breakfast since my mom died. He’d usually just pour himself a bowl of cereal and grunt a good morning. "Morning, son!" he said, his voice bright. "Eggs?" I was surprised, but pleased. "Yeah, sure. Thanks. You’re in a good mood." "Feeling spry," he said, flipping the eggs with a flourish that almost sent one to the floor. "Decided I’ve been sitting around too long. Life’s for living, right?" That week, he was a whirlwind of activity. He mowed the lawn, which I usually had to nag him about for days. He cleaned the gutters. He even started oiling the hinges on the doors so they wouldn’t creak. I was thrilled. I thought maybe he’d finally pulled himself out of the long, quiet grief he’d been swimming in. I thought I was getting my old dad back. The first hint that something was wrong came a week later. I was getting ready to go out with some friends. It was a Friday night, the first I’d had off in a while. I was putting on my jacket when he came into the living room, wringing his hands. "You're going out?" he asked. His voice had lost its cheerful edge. It was tight. "Yeah, just for a few hours. Grabbing a beer with a couple of guys from work." He winced and put a hand on his chest. "Oh. It’s just… I’m feeling a bit funny. My chest is tight. Probably just indigestion, but… you know." I stopped, my keys halfway to my pocket. His face was pale. I felt a surge of guilt. "Are you okay? Should I call someone?" "No, no, nothing like that," he said quickly, waving a dismissive hand. "I’m sure it’ll pass. I just… I wouldn’t want to be here alone if it gets worse." So I stayed. I took my jacket off, ordered a pizza, and we watched one of his old black-and-white westerns. His chest pain seemed to magically disappear the moment I sat down on the couch. I was annoyed, but I told myself he was just getting old and anxious. The next time I tried to leave, a few days later, it was his back. He claimed it had seized up so badly he couldn't get off the sofa to get a glass of water. I spent the evening fetching things for him, rubbing his shoulders, and listening to him groan. The moment my friend called to ask where I was and I said I couldn't make it, he suddenly felt "a little bit better" and managed to get up to use the bathroom on his own. It became a pattern. Every single time I made a plan to leave the house, for any reason other than my work shifts, he would develop some sudden, debilitating ailment. A migraine. Dizziness. A stomach bug. It was so transparently manipulative that I got angry. We had a fight about it. "I can't be your prisoner!" I yelled one afternoon after he’d faked a coughing fit to stop me from going to the grocery store. "I need to have a life!" His face crumpled. Not with anger, but with a deep, profound sadness that completely disarmed me. "I just need you here," he whispered. "Is that so much to ask? I get lonely." What could I say to that? I felt like the world’s biggest jerk. I stayed home. Again. But the active, energetic dad was still there. In between his sudden "episodes," he was a dynamo. He repainted the porch. He fixed the wobbly fence in the backyard. He was up at dawn, gardening with a fervor I’d never seen. He was stronger, faster. He’d carry in all the groceries in one trip, bags hanging off his arms, without even breathing heavily. My dad, who used to get winded walking up the stairs. It was a contradiction I couldn’t reconcile. The real fear, the kind that crawls up your spine and lives in the back of your throat, started with the sun. We were in the backyard. He’d been weeding the flowerbeds my mom had planted years ago, and I was sitting on the steps, scrolling through my phone. It was a bright, cloudless afternoon. The sun was beating down, casting long, sharp shadows across the lawn. I noticed my own shadow, a dark, stretched-out silhouette of a man slouched over a phone. I looked at him, on his knees in the dirt, and I saw the shadow of the rose bush, the shadow of the fence, the shadow of the bird bath. But not his. He was a solid figure in the blazing sunlight, but the ground around him was unbroken, pure bright green. There was no shadow. I blinked. I rubbed my eyes. It had to be a trick of the light, an optical illusion. I looked away, then looked back. Still nothing. A perfect, shadowless man in a world full of shadows. A cold knot formed in my stomach. "Hey, Dad," I said, my voice sounding thin and strange to my own ears. "Can you give me a hand with this?" I pointed to a heavy terracotta pot on the other side of the patio, a spot in direct, unforgiving sunlight. He looked up, and for a second, I saw something in his eyes. A flicker of panic. He shielded his face from the sun with his hand, even though he was already squinting. "In a minute, son. Just want to finish this patch." He never came over. He stayed in the garden, and as the sun began to set, he seemed to follow the receding line of the house's shadow, always keeping himself just inside it. From that day on, I became obsessed. I watched him constantly. I noticed how he never stood by the windows during the day. How he’d find an excuse to move if a ray of sunlight fell across him in the living room. How he always took his walks in the evening, after the sun had dipped below the horizon. He was always drawn to the shade, to the dim corners of the house. My worry curdled into dread. The excuses to keep me home became more frantic. Last week, he unplugged my car battery and then feigned ignorance. A couple of days ago, I woke up to find he’d "accidentally" locked the front door and "lost" the key, trapping us both inside until he miraculously "found" it that evening. I tried talking to him. I sat him down in the dim light of the living room two nights ago. "Dad, we need to talk," I started, my heart pounding. "You're not acting like yourself. You're… different. And you’re keeping me here. I'm worried about you." He just stared at me, his face a calm, placid mask. The energetic, smiling man was gone, replaced by something still and watchful. "I'm fine, son. Never been better. And I'm not keeping you here. I just like having you around. A father can’t like having his son around?" "It's more than that," I insisted, my voice trembling. "Ever since you went down to the basement to fix that pipe… you’ve been different. Something happened down there, didn't it?" His face didn’t change, but his eyes hardened. It was like watching shutters close over a window. "Don't be ridiculous. I fixed a pipe. That’s all. Now drop it." The finality in his tone was absolute. There was no arguing. The conversation was over. That was when I knew. I knew with a certainty that made me feel sick to my stomach. The truth of what had happened, was in the basement. I waited until last night. I pretended to go to sleep at my usual time, lying in bed with my eyes wide open, listening to the sounds of the house. I heard him moving around downstairs, the soft, almost silent footsteps that were another new development. My old dad used to stomp around like an elephant. I heard him check the lock on the front door. Then the back. I heard him walk past my bedroom door, pausing for a long moment, and I held my breath, my entire body rigid with fear. Then the footsteps receded, and I heard his own bedroom door click shut. I waited for what felt like an eternity, counting the seconds, listening to the old house groan and creak around me. Finally, when I was sure he was asleep, I slipped out of bed. I didn't turn on any lights. I crept down the stairs, my every step a calculated risk. The basement door was at the end of the hall. It was always cold around it. I turned the old brass knob, cringing at the loud click of the latch. I pulled it open and was hit by a wave of cold, damp air that smelled of wet earth and Something metallic and vaguely sweet. The smell of decay. My phone was my only light. I switched on the flashlight, the beam cutting a nervous, trembling path down the rickety wooden stairs. I went down, one step at a time, my ears straining for any sound from upstairs. The basement was as I remembered it. Concrete floor, stone walls, junk piled in every corner. Old furniture under white sheets like sleeping ghosts, boxes of my mom’s things, my old toys. The air was thick and heavy. I pointed my light toward the back wall, where the main water line came into the house. That’s where he’d been working. I saw his old toolbox lying open on the floor. A pipe wrench was next to it. And the section of copper pipe he’d been working on looked new, clean. He had fixed it. But my eyes were drawn to the floor next to it. Most of the basement floor was concrete, but in this back corner, it was just packed earth. And a large patch of it, maybe six feet long and three feet wide, was different from the rest. The dirt was darker, looser. It wasn't packed down from decades of existence. It was disturbed, fresh. I stood there for a long moment, the beam of my phone shaking in my hand. My mind was screaming at me to run. To get out of the house, out of the town, to never look back. But I couldn’t. I had to know. I found an old garden trowel in a bucket of rusty tools. I knelt down. The earth was soft, just as I’d thought. It gave way easily. I started digging. My breath came in ragged, panicked gasps. The only sounds were the scrape of the trowel against an occasional rock and my own frantic heartbeat pounding in my ears. The smell of damp earth was overwhelming, but underneath it, that other smell was getting stronger. It wasn't a deep hole. Maybe a foot down, my trowel hit something soft. Not a rock. I recoiled, dropping the tool. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone steady. I forced myself to reach into the loose soil. I closed my eyes and my fingers brushed against fabric. Denim. The worn, familiar texture of my father’s work jeans. I scrambled back, gasping for air, but I knew I had to see. I had to be sure. With tears streaming down my face, I used my hands, clawing at the dirt, pulling it away. First, a leg. Then a torso, wearing his favorite faded flannel shirt. And then… the face. It was him. My dad. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. His skin was pale and waxy, and there was a dark, ugly gash on the side of his head, matted with dried blood and dirt. He looked peaceful, in a horrible, final way. He looked like he’d fallen from the stairs, hit his head, and it had all been over in an instant. I stared at his face, the real face of my father, and a sound escaped my throat, a strangled sob of pure horror and grief. He was gone. He’d been gone for a month, lying here in a shallow, unmarked grave, while I’d been living with… with… Creeeeak. The sound came from the top of the stairs. It was a single, soft footstep on the old wood. Slowly, I turned my head. My phone’s light followed my gaze, traveling up the dark, rickety staircase. And he was there. He was standing at the top of the stairs, a dark silhouette against the faint light of the hallway. He was just watching me. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his eyes. I was frozen, kneeling in the dirt next to my father’s corpse, a cornered animal. He took another step down. Then another. He moved with a quiet, fluid grace that my real father had never possessed. The flashlight beam caught his face as he neared the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing my father’s pajamas. He had my father’s tired, wrinkled eyes. He had my father’s graying hair. And he was smiling. It wasn’t a malicious smile. It wasn’t a triumphant one. It was sad. Infinitely sad. A smile full of a pity that was more terrifying than any rage. "I knew you’d find your way down here eventually," he said. His voice was my father’s voice, but without the gravelly, smoke-worn edge. It was smoother. Calmer. "I’m sorry you had to see this." I couldn’t speak. I could only stare, my mind a screaming void. I scrambled backward, away from him, away from the body, until my back hit the cold stone wall. He stopped a few feet away from the shallow grave, looking down at the body with that same mournful expression. "It was an accident," he said softly. "The second to last step. It's rotten. He was carrying the heavy wrench, his balance was off… he fell. He hit his head on the concrete floor right there. It was… quick. He didn't suffer." He looked at me, his eyes full of a strange, deep empathy. "His last thought… it was for you. He was worried about you. Worried you'd be all alone." My voice finally came back, a raw, terrified whisper. "What… what are you?" He tilted his head, a gesture that was so familiar, yet so utterly alien. "I'm him," he said. "And I'm not. You know how every person casts a shadow? A darker, simpler version of themselves that follows them through the light? Think of me as the other shadow. The one that lives on the other side of the veil. We watch. We exist in the shape of our double. We feel what they feel. Their joys, their sorrows… their love." He took a step closer, and I flinched. He stopped. "That last thought," he continued, his voice barely more than a murmur. "The love he had for you, his fear of leaving you alone… it was so powerful. A life cut short, with so much left to give. It created a… a space. And it pulled me through. I am his love, his duty, his need to take care of you, given form." He gestured around the basement. "I finished his work. I fixed the pipe. I buried him, so you wouldn't have to. I’ve been fixing the house. I've been making sure you’re safe. I’ve been trying to be a good father." The words were insane, but in the cold, damp air of that tomb, they felt horribly, undeniably real. "My dad is dead," I choked out, tears blurring my vision. "Yes," the thing in his skin said, and the sadness in its voice felt genuine. "He is. And I am so sorry for your loss. But I am here now." It took another step, and another, until it was standing right over me. It knelt down, so we were at eye level. Its face was inches from mine. I could see every line, every pore of the face I had known my whole life, animated by something I couldn't possibly comprehend. "He loved you more than anything," it whispered, its breath cold. "And so do I. I will never leave you. I will take care of you. We can be a family. Just like he wanted. Forever." And that’s where I am now. He… let me go upstairs. He walked behind me the whole way. He’s in the living room, watching the television as if nothing happened, as if my real father isn't lying in the dirt downstairs. He’s waiting for me. I’m locked in my closet. I know I can't escape. The doors are locked, and he is so much stronger than me. He doesn't need to sleep. He'll never get old. He'll never get sick. He'll just… be here. Taking care of me. Forever. I can hear him moving. The soft, quiet footsteps are coming down the hall. He’s coming to check on me. He's calling my name. It sounds just like my dad. submitted by /u/gamalfrank to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

I have a 2 year old Amazon parrot. Her previous owner explained to me that she is traumatised due to being forcefully sprayed with water in her cage when she was still with the breeder (so very young). As a result, she won't go under or in water, and I never force her. But especially in moulting season, I can tell she is uncomfortable and would probably benefit a lot from a bath. Do you have any advice on how I might be able to undo her water trauma and eventually be comfy with water again? So far I have tried: Bringing her into the bathroom when I shower. She's totally happy to be on the shower door itself, and she sings and talks the entire time the water is on. She also does do "steam bathing" which I take as a good sign. I have a shallow bucket (like for soaking feet) with a few cms of water in it. She is comfy enough to walk on the rim, and retrieve high value treats from the water. I did the same with a smaller bowl. She has a shower perch inside the shower, and sits on it sometimes; but she is more interested in licking water from it and chewing the suction cups. Any ideas? Bird included for tax. submitted by /u/CosmicCurvature to r/parrots [link] [comments]

I am NOT the Original Poster. That is idontsellseashells. They posted in r/crows Thanks to u/enbycats for the rec. NEW UPDATE AS OF TODAY added at the bottom. Do NOT comment on Original Posts. Latest update is 7 days old. This is a long post Mood Spoiler: tragic as of the newest update posted today, August 12 2025 Original Post: July 21, 2025 Title: Injured crow. Struggling to find a rehabber. I came across this adult crow yesterday around noon. I am familiar with him, he's lived in my neighborhood with his family for a few years. I wasn't sure at first if he was sick or injured. He is alert, he was able to grip my finger with his feet, but cannot seem to move his torso area. He spent the rest of Sunday resting in a safe, quiet, dark area in my home. Today, he is still alert. I offered him kitten kibble soaked in water, which he ate immediately, he was hungry! I'm believing that he's likely injured versus sick. I've called and messaged a few different numbers in my town with no luck. Image: The crow OOP adds in a comment: I am located in North Dakota! and Thanks. I've reached out to Facebook groups here in ND as well. Hopefully, I'll get a reply from someone! As for now, he's relaxing and in good spirits. I check on him every once in awhile, other than that, I figured it best to leave him alone. I'm just worried he'll start getting bored or lonely...but I guess that's the human in me 😏 Update Post 1: July 22, 2025 (Next Day) Title: Update on Mr. Crow This brave little guy fought through another day. He was supposed to go to a rehabber today, but she never reached back out to me after I messaged her this morning AND afternoon. I learned that North Dakota does not give out licenses to individuals for wild animal rehabilitation, so it hasn't been easy to find anything. I reached out to a wildlife rescue center in Minnesota who were willing to take him. They were not too optimistic about his survival chances based on his symptoms. On to Mr. Crow.... he's not gained back any use of his legs or torso, though his head moves around to look at what I'm doing. His eyes are always following my movements. Yesterday, he had some mild labored breathing and what sounded like wheezing, so he spent the night with a warm humidifier and today he's breathing normally again. He's not been drinking much, but will eat kibble and eggs that I've soaked in diluted plain pedialyte. He really enjoys eating, he even had the motivation to crack open a shelled peanut! His poops are regular and look normal. I interact/handle him as little as possible. I only clean his soiled bedding, feed him and clean his bottom area of poop when he needs it. It's hard to fight my urge to hang out with him and keep him company. I'm a little torn on what to do. I have the time and finances to drive him to the rescue center, but, if they're likely going to end up euthanizing him, I can probably just take him to a local vet and save him the stress of travel, loading and unloading etc. His poor little soul 😭 Image: Crow facing the camera Some of OOP's Comments: Commenter: if you're worried about potentially putting him down, i think it would be an okay idea to keep him company. **if** he seems to like your presence. crows are social and i don't think they want to spend their last moments lonely OOP: You're so right. I will definitely increase my presence a bit. Commenter: Maybe his back is sprained or something and he needs rest. I don’t know. I’m glad he has you. I wonder too if he can be propped up somehow with a towel or something to help his breathing and they’re not used to laying flat like that. OOP: Good point. I am going to re-situate him right now. To another comment: I have been handling him as little as possible. I keep a towel underneath him as a sort of 'sheet' to slide him around/lift him up versus grabbing him outright. I am going to contact my local vets tomorrow and see what they recommend or perhaps get some leads for rehabbers. Update Post 2: July 23, 2025 (Next Day, 2 days from OG post) Editor's note: See linked post for video Hi all! Mr. Crow is still with us and had a good day today. You guys were so right about spending time with him. He spent the day upstairs with me and he was so alert! He looks at everything, cocks his little head from side to side when he's curious. He seems much less afraid today. I contacted every vet in town, none of them will see a wild bird, not even for euthanasia (if needed). So, I contacted the rescue center in Minnesota, again, they weren't optimistic about recovery since he still hasn't made any improvement in that department even with rest. However, they can provide humane euthanasia. I guess my concern is that his case will be too much effort for such a marginal chance at full recovery and they'll put him down before really giving him a chance. Which, I understand. They have a full plate and limited staff/resources to pour so much into every single animal that they take in. I am currently a stay at home mom for the summer, so I have the time to care for him, but that's all I have. I don't have equipment, meds or a fraction of the knowledge...though, chatgpt has been a godsend! I shouldn't keep him and attempt to rehab him myself....right? He doesn't seem to be in pain. He doesn't seem like he's ready to give up. I guess I'll see how tomorrow goes. Anyway, he had a lovely day. He sat near the back patio door this morning and listened to his family's typical chatter (I'm about 90% sure he's part of the family of 4 that live in my neighborhood. I've been feeding Mr. Crow and his family for just about a year now. They (his parents) had a nest a few houses down, though I haven't seen any babies this year. By some miracle, they must not have seen me grab him the other day, because they still greet me and ask for treats when I'm outside. Hearing his family perked him up tremendously, though he never did call out to them. I hope he can fly back to them one day. Anyway, I don't mean to ramble on. Thank you to all of you who gave advice, prayers and kind words. I'll keep updating. More tips and advice is always greatly appreciated. OOP adds photos: Mr. Crow OOP also adds: He also started preening himself today, something he hadn't done yet. I read that can be a good sign of comfort/relaxing. And Today he will start some gentle physical therapy and range of motion along with hydrotherapy (for his legs only). Commenter: Morality and politics of AI aside, please be careful trusting chatgpt for sensitive situations like this as its info is not always trustworthy, and there’s a chance it might give you false information if it thinks that’s what you want to hear. Cross reference if you can!! OOP: I fully agree with you. Chat gpt has been useful in this whole journey, but I can definitely recognize some of the bogus advice. At any rate, I do check multiple sources before doing any treatments, no matter how simple they are, as well as foods. I TRIPLE check before I do anything, which gets to be a lot of work due to all of the conflicting info out there. A small misstep can be deadly, and I'm feeling the pressure 😅 To some longer comments with specific advice: OOP: Thank you! You just may be hearing from me. Keeping his vent clean has been a challenge. I've hopefully rigged something to keep his bottom area from sitting in his stools. He has gained some slight use of his legs, which is another improvement. Thanks for the advice :) And Thank you for this advice on washing. I've been meticulously washing my hands. They will be raw before long....I've been washing his bedding separately using extra rinse/soak cycles, hot water (our water gets dangerously hot) and laundry sanitizer. Perhaps dipping it into boiling water first would be a good idea as well. It's crazy just how much poop there is with bird care. Update Post 3: July 24, 2025 (Next day, 3 days from OG post) Title: Lots of progress! [Editor's note: Again, see linked post for video] This guy has had a big day! He completed 2 rounds of gentle physical therapy. We started with a full foot and leg massage. Next, we did toe extensions and then moved onto leg extensions, and finally bicycle exercises. After that, we did 'winger-sizes' a term I got from watching Big Bear's Jackie and Shadow's nest cam 😆. Other than lightly retracting his legs (a huge step) he wasn't too responsive. We then finished with a relaxing warm water leg soak. His second round of therapy had him noticeably reacting. He had stronger leg pulls, toe twitching and he even threatened to nip me! Which must mean he's feeling what I'm doing...and he ain't for it 😂. I am being very gentle though, I promise. His other achievements were: tail twitching, lifting his bottom up to poop away from himself, a small but evident body shake (like they do after preening). His head has been turning at wider degrees and he's reaching down to grab food that he's dropped. These are all things I hadn't seen him do before. I'm beaming. One thing I noticed and you can probably see it in this video if you zoom in, his backside 'vent' area is pulsating? I read somewhere that it might be a good thing as his nerves are regaining functional? I also saw that this is something female's do? Could Mr. Crow be a Mrs? I hope it's nothing to be concerned about. He/she has comes so far. Also, sorry if my formatting is all wrong in my posts. I don't entirely know what that means but I frequently see people with long posts on here apologizing for it. Update Post 4: July 25, 2025 (Next Day, 4 days from OG post) Title: Growing stronger ever day 🖤 [Editor's note: Another video available at the link] I thought I'd share another quick video update on our crow pal's progress. You'll see he can get quite feisty and perhaps restless at times. He is now doing some bigger full body shudders and a nicely controlled poop shot. Until yesterday, he only leaked poop, which made for messy and stressful bottom rinses. Also, he's wanting to clean his beak after eating, but I'm not sure just what I can put in his little box that will work? I did replace the glass water bowl so he doesn't hurt his beak. Again, thank you all for listening and rooting for our friend. Maybe we should also give him/her a proper name? I wish I knew the gender! Some of OOP's Comments: Commenter: What about a dog treat toy where he has to work for the treat? OOP: Great idea! I love reddit. Commenter: They like to wipe their beaks off on the edge of something hard and unmoving. A heavy food dish might work. Watch your own crows to see how they do it. OOP: I've definitely seen it in my crows, I guess I've seen them wipe on whatever is closest to them. Just gotta figure out how to secure something within his reach. I imagine he'll be ready for a new enclosure situation once he becomes more mobile. To a longer comment: Thank you for this insight. With how far he's been able to come on his own, I am beginning to rethink taking him to the rescue in Minnesota. They may have a more hopeful outlook at this point. He's getting stronger and gaining weight everyday. I will plan on calling them tomorrow and see what their assessment is on taking him in. At this stage, he definitely needs veterinary level physical therapy and treatment plan. Update Post 5: July 27, 2025 (2 days later, 6 from OG post) Title: Phoenix [Editor's note: Another video at the post link!] Little update and video on our sweet little Phoenix (thank you all for the name suggestions! Phoenix was just so fitting!) He's doing well still. Showing more attitude than ever. As you can see, he's throwing a tantrum over finding apples pieces in his bowl instead of his favorite beef bits or live mealworms. He's starting to show preference in his foods and as you've all probably seen in your own crow buddies, once they taste something they love, they stick their beaks up at anything else. We are working on more fruits and veggies, but he does get bird vitamins sprinkled over his beef bits. He has been interested in some toys that I made. He tends to get feisty at night and really toss them around. You can also see in the last clip, he is starting to try reposition himself a bit. This is definitely a great thing, but also causes him to get into a position that allows for poop build up, which means bottom bathing, and he doesn't like that at all. His bottom has some hard bits of poo built up (his cloaca is clear) just the feathers around it are dirty. I know it must be tender and I am as gentle as I can be. Finding a comfortable position that allows his bottom to be cleared for pooping AND allow his feet to not be squished in awkward positions AND have his breast bone supported without too much pressure has been one of the biggest challenges. He gets lots of repositioning throughout the day to prevent any bed sores. I did find him a nice 2" thick furry pad that should prevent any sores, but he wants to pluck out the faux fur which im afraid won't be good if he ends up ingesting any. So maybe a sheepskin pad? Anyway, he knows just when the little bathing bucket comes out and he even has started little grunts of protest over it. Anyway, now that he's been with me for a week while showning lots of improvements and cleary has the will to live, perhaps I can reach out to the rehabber in Minnesota and explain his improvements. He would absolutely benefit from skilled treatment plans, equipment and probably the social aspect of being near other birds. I know once I surrender him, I won't have anymore say in anything (rightly so). Would they allow me to pick him up and release him into his home territory if he makes the full recovery? I'll have to prepare some questions for them. I've also seen some advice on here about taking him to an avian vet, but will they scold me for keeping him this long and not release him back to me since I am not a licensed rehabilitator (again, rightly so 😒). Thanks again for all the support. I've told nobody else about him because they would think me crazy. So I appreciate being able to share his care with so many crow lovers. 🥰 Two of OOP's Comments: Commenter: TIL Phoenix is a “he”. Thank you for respecting his crownouns. OOP: 🤣 He may very well be a SHE. I've started recording his weight a few days ago, and he's definitely on the smaller side (330 grams) but gaining weight every day. He is thin, I can feel his chest bone easily. I think a lot of that may be loss of muscle mass too. Commenter: I can't imagine it getting much better care at a rehab tbh. If you didn't say so I would think you're a pro already Long live Phoenix OOP: Yeah, I guess I just don't know. I do know that I have mad respect for those guys. This has been a huge challenge in so many ways. And this is just ONE animal. They have dozens. I can definitely understand why they would make the decision to euthanize an animal that comes in as sickly as him. How would we dedicate all this effort towards several very ill animals? Plus, the staffing, funding, etc. I know they have to put their efforts towards the animals that are more likely to pull through. Even wild birds will push the weaker baby out of the nest 😞. Mini Update in Comments: July 29, 2025 (2 days later, 8 from OG post) I called the place that I was in touch with last week, and I left a message. I also sent a long email with my little script. Hopefully, they will call me back tomorrow. Also, I'm fairly confident that he is a she. Her belly feathers got wet while she was soaking her bottom end in some warm water, and I found what looks to be a brood patch. Also, she's been playing with some toy foam balls (about the size of quail eggs), and her behavior with them looked very similar to trying to roll them underneath her. I didn't about it until I saw her patch. I wonder if she has some babies out there. Probably fledged babies this late in the season, hopefully. Oh, and she is officially trying to lift herself up, mostly with her beak but also her legs. I'll share a video tomorrow 😊 Update Post 6: July 29, 2025 (Same day as mini update) Title: Phoenix rising [video available at link again] Hello from Phoenix! She is doing well! I have some fun updates for you all. I am quite certain that Phoenix is indeed a female. Yesterday I bathed her bottom in some warm and her belly feathers got wet, revealing an obvious brood patch (a bald spot on the belly for incubating eggs). There was also some odd behavior while she was playing some little foam nerf balls, she kept trying to roll them under her chin and doing some shifting of her body. I thought she was trying to use them to rest her head on, but now I think she may have been trying to roll them underneath her? I can only guess of course. Perhaps she has babies somewhere out there? Likely fledglings at this point in the season. Hopefully dad is teaching them well. Also, if you watch the video frame by frame, you'll see her positioning herself using her chest, tail, wings and LEGS! She had only been using her beak and chest to pull herself up or back, but now she's using most of her body and using it coordination. Most of these boosts happen before bedtime, for whatever reason. Yesterday, I did fashion a sling for her to lay in while dangling her feet over the floor. She shows no interest in bearing weight or showing me any of her improvements unfortunately. She basically just goes limp (kinda like when you put a sweater on a cat?) But, after setting her back into her little nest bowl, she perks back up to eat, play and preen. I suppose she is still unsure of me and my intentions. She also vocalizes quite loudly, mainly when she doesn't want to be handled, in which case I back off completely and leave the room. But that doesn't happen too often, luckily. I am glad she is showing me some personality and letting me know when she needs space. I uploaded a link with a couple of pics. She watched a documentary on crows. She showed some interest here and there, but then I wondered if sitting so close to a big screen with giant birds looming over her was a good idea, and I turned it off. I guess I'll go out and buy some more toys for enrichment. 😊 https://photos.app.goo.gl/2QjV11aPuaTyspsh6 One of OOP's Comments: Commenter: Falling is the first step to flying OOP: I agree. Which is why I also reached back out to the rescue in Minnesota. They work with many different bird species and they even consult with a crow expert. If she can get to the point where she is standing, using her wings, and really attempting to get around, her safest option is probably be to spend time with them in a safe environment where she has room to fly and areas to perch. I sent a long email yesterday evening with clips of her movements and updates on her progress. I also asked if she would be released back to her home territory, either by me or them. I hope to hear back from them today. Update Post 7: July 31, 2025 (2 days later, 10 from OG post) Title: Last day with Phoenix [Editor's note- see video at link] Hi all! Phoenix is still with us and doing well. She's getting stronger every day. Over the last 2 evenings, she has shown that she can move herself around to get into a preferred position. She has more strength in her legs which you can see in the video. She still doesn't have much functioning in her feet, but that will hopefully come in time. She does show some slight gripping when we do perching exercises. I didn't get the full thing on video, but she started out facing the camera and then turns herself all the way around before passing out hard from the effort. I spoke with a rescue facility in Minnesota yesterday. They seemed optimistic about her recovery so far. She will receive a full examination that will look for lingering illness or injuries and then create a care plan based on what she needs. They also refer more difficult cases to neighboring rescue centers that are better equippe. They also work with a veterinary college in the Cities, so I do believe she will be given a fair chance. They agreed to give me updates on her recovery. She checks in tomorrow morning at 8. I am going to miss her dearly. Also, I can't express enough thanks to you all! The well wishes, kind words and advice were HUGE boosters for Phe and I. I'll be sure to keep you all updated on her new journey 🖤 https://photos.app.goo.gl/2QjV11aPuaTyspsh6 One of OOP's Comments: Commenter: Hope the place you’re sending him to does keep you updated, we’re all quite invested in Phoenix. OOP: It didn't cross my mind to mention her fan base, lol. But I will tomorrow when I drop her off. I'll channel my inner PR skills and show them that happy fans = donations and exposure. Surly any non-profit organization would want that? OOP adds I also plan to write a check towards her care before I leave. Update Post 8: August 1, 2025 (Next day, 11 days from OG post) Title: Onto her next journey Phe and I left for rehab super early this morning. Too early for her to be interested in breakfast apparently, so this is the mess she made while ravenously eating her lunch while I stopped for gas. She did surprisingly well on the car ride, I heard her throwing her toys around and tapping the sides of the tote with her beak. Shortly before we got there, I gave her a pep talk about being strong and showing them all what she can do. I reminded her of all of her friends and family, birds and humans! She checked into rehab this morning. The gal who worked the front desk was lovely and excited to meet her. I filled out forms, left my address, numbers and email. I also wrote in the margin that I would love updates and mentioned her fans as well as left my reddit post info (perhaps overkill). I brought towels, blankets, treats, foods and cleaning supplies to donate, as well as some cash for her. I said my goodbyes and wished her well, she seemed a little scared and so small in her little purple tote. It was a lonely ride home. I wrote an email to the master rehabilitator as well as the president of the organization about her history with me, her progress and her friends on reddit. I mentioned that I would be willing to donate more if she needs and that maybe her reddit friends would as well, I hope I didn't sound like a buffoon. Oh well, any of you crow parents would do the same. I also mentioned that she had lived in my neighborhood with her family, so that I would be willing to pick her up and take her home when she's ready. Or at least, that I would like to be a part of it. So that's that. All we can do now is hope that they don't find any injuries that will prevent her from having quality of life. I trust her new caretakers will do what is in her best interest. I'll let you all in on everything I hear from them. I am in knots waiting to hear how her first examination goes. Image 1 Image 2 Image 3 One of OOP's Comments: Commenter: Is the rehab in Garrison MN? I think I found the place and I will donate in honor of you and Phoenix OOP: Garrison, MN. In Crow Wing county! Like another commenter mentioned, a great omen :) Update Post 9: August 5, 2025 (4 days later, 2 weeks from OG post) Title: Phoenix rehab update! Our little warrior princess is still alive and fighting her way through rehab. I did not get this update but another redditor had send an email regarding making a donation and they emailed him back this: "I am sorry for the delay, animals come before emails! Your crow is doing okay, but we are concerned that it may have West Nile Virus. We have sent in a test and are waiting for results at this point. In the meantime we have been force feeding via tongs approximately every 20 minutes or so, similar to what we do for our infant birds, to keep the metabolism up and running. Once you lose that it can be hard to get back. We are hopeful! We have recently become eligible for paypal facebook fundraisers, so I wonder if that is a way that you would be able to donate. We have had others from the UK have issues in the past as well, which is what motivated the addition of the Facebook Fundraisers. We also do use venmo, so if that is something that would work for you I can send that information o you as well. Best, Grace Grace Frickenstein Wild and Free Wildlife Program Coordinator" ....So that's what we know so far. She's still alive and maybe fighting off one of the deadliest diseases known to crows!? Image OOP's Comments: OOP: It was our dear friend u/crow-magnon-69 that gave me this update. So please, everyone, send her all the karma/awards and all the thanks! I could kiss her! crow-magnon-69: cheers! I replied back that Venmo doesn't work but FB donate looks like it can (but I wont put any of my personal info in any meta product, all fake email/names etc). So for the time being if you can't use the donate page they have an amazon wishlist. I replied with this info and said "I'll buy some things from amazon wishlist (I know it all helps but in my head i think why is buying a bunch of zipties going to the help the crow lol)." and got another response: "Thank you! Yes, actually our zipties are a lifesaver around here, we use them for just about anything that might need temporary patching, like closing the extra little doorways on bird cages that slide up and down. Our smarter birds, so often our crows and other corvids, often figure them out and then we come in the next morning to a loose crow! Zip ties nip that right in the bud! We appreciate your support from across the pond! I always tell people, animals are the best way to bring people together! Let me know if you need anything! Our shipping address for Amazon is 27264 MN-18 Garrison, MN 56450" so yes - everything is needed or appreciated! edit: the amazon wishlist is at https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/2LYZN5QR9KNP1?ref_=wl_share OOP added in a comment 3 days ago: I think so too. I called yesterday and the gal at the front desk said she is still doing well. That's all she knew, though. I am hoping for a more detailed update eventually. Hopefully.... To another user the next day: I talked to the receptionist the other day. All she knew was that Phoenix was doing well. I wish there was more. They are either very busy or not very invested in social media. There has been a lot of damaging storms here in Minnesota and North Dakota. I saw another rescue in Minnesota talking about all the extra animals they tend to receive after such storms. So perhaps their hands are full as well. Editor's note: I live in Minnesota when not traveling for work. Can confirm we had some nasty storms. And crow-magnon-69 added: I got an email yesterday saying they had received my items from their amazon wish list, so i cheekily asked for an update saying some photos or videos would be fab. reply: I will see about having our intern put some posts up on facebook! so... keep your eyes peeled! NEW UPDATE (made after this BORU post) Post: August 12, 2025 Hi guys. I have some sad news about our girl, she did indeed have west nile and succumbed to it yesterday. The gal that I spoke to said they had been force feeding her and it seemed to be perking her up, but then she started going down hill again and yesterday they found her unresponsive. Apparently they are seeing a lot of crows with west nile right now and they are requesting that anyone who is finding an unusual amount of sick/dead crows report them to your dnr so that they can monitor the situation. I know it's not the outcome we were hoping for. She made a courageous and unusually long fight against it. The staff were aware of her support and popularity and did mention their thanks to everyone who donated and sent kind words. I'm sure with everything they've been seeing in their west nile cases, they did not want to give false hope too early by making public posts, especially when things can suddenly turn sour, which I am now appreciating. The lady I spoke to was very friendly and seemed genuinely sad when she told me the news. Let's hope they soon find a way to treat this horrid disease. In the meantime, give all your crow buddies an extra treat or 2. You just never know when you'll feed them their last peanut. submitted by /u/LucyAriaRose to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

Hi! Never posted here before, but wanted to share a cute little project I made for my garden. Also, just wanted to say thanks to y'all for all the amazing content on this sub, I have referenced it almost daily as I work to get my garden going. In march I started with a bindweed and tree-of-heaven infested, back sloped, solid slab of concrete clay;). It is veeeeery slowly getting better. I now appreciate the saying 'watching the grass grow' in ways I had never contemplated before. Anyway, I have had ridiculous grasshopper infestations in the past and some of y'all recommended attracting birds; this is one of my first steps! I also bought a little bird feeder and am hoping to get 1-2 more in the near future. I live in a neighborhood with very few trees and it gets shockingly hot in the sun, especially on this south/west side of the house. There's also no water access for our buddies basically anywhere for like 5 blocks in any direction that I know of. I have noticed lots of bees, wasps and other insects gathering around me when I water my plants, my hose connection has a little drip and there are always several hanging out by the puddle there when I go to turn it off. Anyway, I like how it turned out! Might change the arrangement of the different pieces around to change how it looks in the future, but I am very happy with it. The pump runs off a little paper-back sized For materials, I just I just used stuff I had around the house, besides the pump, which was $10 from amazon. if you want to make one, you need a basin bowl/pot/container, a rubber cork, silicone the pump + panel, some rocks, top from a home depot bucked or other rigid, circular waterproof panel, a straw/tubing, some rocks and a plate for the bird bath. I slipped the cord throught the hole in the bottom of the big blue planter I had, cut a notch in the rubber cork, and plugged the hole with it. I also covered the cork + wire with basic silicone caulk I had laying around and let it dry for a few hrs in the sun. You might not need the silicone, but I had it and it was easy for me to know its totally waterproofed. When its dry, drill a hole in the middle of the rigid panel for water to drain through, and another for the pass through tubing. Connect the tubing to the pump (I had a leftover straw from a hydroflask waterbottle I never use, and it happened to be exactly the right size. you could use a length of any plastic tubing that you can figure out how to mate with the pump) and then stick it through the rigid disc (again, I used home depot the bucket top). Snug the disk/top into the pot with the pump underneath, basically making a chamber for the pump and drained water to sit in. Then pile your rocks on top, arrange them and the dish the way you want, connect the solar panel, and boom! Yer good to go. Let me know if you want more detail on this. Make sure the pump stays submersed; they burn out fast if they run dry. p.s. for the blanketflower in the background... I was told if I want more blooms to dead-head it. But what about it dropping seeds for next year? Will dead-heading take all the seeds with the head? I'd like it to spread seeds for the future, but I'd also like more flowers this year. What do you think? submitted by /u/ablessingofnarwals to r/DenverGardener [link] [comments]

I know some of you probably saw my post yesterday. I was able to have a service come to the house so my boy could rest easy and painless. Thank you for the comments and well wishes and advice. Sad start to the New Year. I lost my very best dog. My first dog. My big bear. My Mr. Napoleon. I’m going to miss my Hambone so much. Close to ten years I spent with him. So much love. I hope he felt as much love as I got from him. He was truly the best dog. I will miss everything about him. His nose. His bark. His fluff. Brushing him. His side eye. The drool. His stench. His hatred of Crows. Frogging, despite not knowing what a frog looked like. His love of chasing chipmunks. His love of hunting for snakes. The sheer look of panic on his face when he actually saw a snake and tried to stomp it to death. Love of swimming in the pond. How happy he was at the Farm. How possessive he was of his bed there. How he would stand in the stream letting the water run through his fur. His stubbornness. The way he puts his face to the wind and lets it blow through his fur so majestically. The fact that despite so many attempts on chipmunks and bunnies and deer the only mammal he’s ever managed to catch was a skunk. Picking birdox from his fur after an off roading adventure. Our morning walks when the birds are chirping and the sun is rising. So many sunrises and sunsets together. High beaming the backyard before our night walks to shoo away bunnies before he saw them. The chore that bathing and then drying him was. How he loves to rip up egg cartons. How he loves his chin scratched. How he loves his ears rubbed. The way he would put his head in anyone’s crotch just so they’d rub his ears. Will miss him sitting on the deck buried in snow giving me the look of I’m not coming inside, go away. The summertime shade walking because it’s so hot. I will miss the mound of snow Dad (Grandpops) made him on his deck every year, covered in a tarp to keep it just a little longer for him. Miss the way any time I was cooking steak he would be 2 inches behind me waiting patiently. I’ll miss the dirty grinch paw prints all over the house during mud season. The way he’d put himself to bed in the tent while camping, and then climb on my bed when I went back to the fire. Drinking water from any place other than his bowl. Like the tub faucet or hose. The pictures I used to get with him running full speed at me. Miss the whimpering sounds he makes when he’s having a dream. Miss him at night when he would sleep by the foot of my bed and snore. The sigh he’d make when he plopped to the floor. When he’d nose me awake because he had to pee in the middle of the night. The way he would hide medicine in his jowls instead of swallowing them. The way he hated the vet. How ticklish his feet are. Hoisting him into the car to go places. Walks with Dad (Grandpops) and me after the market every Saturday. Running my fingers through his fur. How he never got into his treats even though we kept them at his level. Miss him checking on me while I showered. His toe nails clinking on the floor when he shifted his weight in the morning when he needed to go outside The way he attacked dental chews like they were alive. I’ll miss how he scratched his back on clean cool thick grass. How when the snow was too deep he would let me blaze the trail. Or when he would be following me too closely in the winter and step on my skis or snowshoes. His love of bacon. The way in the morning when I came to wake him up for a walk, he would just roll on his side for his tummy to be rubbed. I will miss the joy he brought to my life daily. I took Napoleon on his last evening walk. His last morning walk. His last afternoon walk. Gave him his last steak. Gave him his last licks of ice cream. Hugged him close. Cried a lot. Our home will be quieter. Our home will be sadder. I miss him so much already. 5/5/15-1/1/25 🌈 submitted by /u/WildRumpfie to r/Newfoundlander [link] [comments]

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My bird bath is like Grand Central Station (for drinking, not baths) and no I don't have bird poo all over the place either. Then it occurred to me the poor hedgies probably can't find water either. DOC don't like hedgehogs, however, on their site they speak of rural areas, not suburbs of cities where I don't believe there are generally any ground nesting birds, just tree dwelling ones. In any case, if you just like the birds and not the hedgies, then leave water out in a bowl during the day time only, while the hedgies are asleep. https://www.doc.govt.nz/nature/pests-and-threats/animal-pests/hedgehogs/ ​ submitted by /u/Deegedeege to r/newzealand [link] [comments]

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