Bipolar Journey

Okay, this post sorta has it all.  It includes my favorites.  I love to talk about myself, read poetry, look at pictures, and interact with animals.  I will talk about myself later, here is one of my preferred poems:

Don’t Ever Seize a Weasel By the Tail

You should never squeeze a weasel

for you might displease the weasel,

and don’t ever seize a weasel by the tail.

Let his tail blow in the breeze;

If you pull it he will sneeze,

For the weasel’s constitution tends to be a little frail.

Yes the weasel wheezes easily;

The weasel freezes easily;

The weasel’s tan complexion rather suddenly turns pale.

So don’t displease or tease a weasel,

squeeze or freeze or wheeze a weasel

and don’t ever seize a weasel by the tail.

JackPrelutsky

 I love to feed the birds.  I enjoy watching them go from the feeder to the tree to the fence.  My birds feeding has been interrupted lately by squirrels.  I bought an expensive feeder that was “guaranteed not to let squirrels get the food.  The picture I took below shows the results.

I was able to get real close to take that picture.  I have some very bold squirrels.  As I took that image I wanted to gently grab the squirrel by it’s tail and see if I could hold it for “just a minute.”  That, of course, did not work out.  I was reminded of the above poem.  I am beginning to grow happy with my squirrels.

Oh, I said I would talk about me.  See my daddy and I have the answer to the very offensive phrase “she has squirrels in her head.”  You know, that is what some say of the mentally ill.  However, my daddy and I have decided we might be just happy with our squirrels in our head and out.  Just don’t try to seize us by the tail.