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One fish two fish red fish blue fish.

HEEEY! How’ve ya’ll been? ? I haven’t been at the Magic Bus Stop for a spell — did you notice I was gone? I sort of went out and got me a LIFE and all — you know, doing things like being a cheerleader at a mud race and taking a cross-country road trip and serving beer at beer festivals  and eating free pie at a school that gives you letters to attach to the end of your name like you’re SOMEBODY — that kinda stuff.

But I’m treading water between gigs this week, and guess what I did? Guess! Guess! Go ahead! I MADE A HUMMINGBIRD FEEDER!! I am so damn awesome (thanks for noticing that too!)!

Now I remember I once said that I’m no photographer and that’s still true; even more so now than before. I’m also appalled that I’m writing about having made a thing, an object, a gee gaw, since I’ve pretty much tossed out the concept of ownership of mostly useless stuff.  But I have to show you this feeder. So, enough of the self-flagellation and on with the exposé.

This fish-shaped wine bottle has been traveling around the yard for a couple years while I mulled over what I could do with it. This morning the veil was lifted from my sleep-refreshed eyes and veritable working drawings rolled out on my mind’s drafting table.

I filled the bottle with sugar water dyed red. I cut a synthetic cork to about half its length and made a hole through the center length of it by twisting a drill bit into it (it was too much trouble to fire up the Dremel to drill the hole). I narrowed the end of the cork a bit (with scissors or utility knife) so it could be wedged easily back into the bottle opening. Then I inserted a piece of Evergreen styrene tubing through the hole in the cork and into the sugar/water solution about an inch, leaving a quarter inch or so protruding at the opposite end. This tubing is available at any hobby store or I bet you could probably also use a narrow straw. The tube has to go all the way through the cork and well into the liquid because the liquid has to rest in the straw so the hummingbird can get to it. The liquid will drip occasionally from the straw. A piece of yellow tape slipped around the protruding straw end  simulates a flower.

To hang the feeder, I made a bottle harness from fishing line. Did you know that fishing line is the new duct tape? I could probably hang from it.

And, behold, the whole gizmo worked. The resident hummingbird has been kissing the fish all afternoon — look for yourself! Tell me this isn’t just too cool? Now go make your own!

Kiss the fish!

Kiss the fish!

(Special thanks to Dr. Seuss.)

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You

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No Parking.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: CURVES

There are curves, and then there are CURVE-SSSSS.

This bold creature explored our front door recently. Marvel at the graceful curve across the door jam and the firm grip around the door knob. Note the way it languidly drapes its end around the skull and crossbones magnet. Nice touch.

And now, one of my blog tags is “creepy.” I can hardly wait to greet the visitors that term will bring to The Magic Bus Stop.

“I can’t. . . quite. . .reach. . .the doorbell.”

 

 

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It’s gonna take an ocean. . .of calamine lotion

Calm down, it’s not me this time, but thanks for your concern. Some of you may be aware of, ahem, my sensitivity to The Plant, aka poison ivy/oak/sumac/whatever. I resemble a burn victim when it’s full blown, and the infestation lasts weeks, complete with phantom itching six weeks out. (You’re lucky, no photos on this post.) People offer me the cheery little “three leaves, leave it be” phrase, and I know they’re just trying to be helpful, but — they’re not. I just want to scratch down to the bone.

This little blog gem landed in my inbox today, and I felt an instant kinship with Dr. Moser. I want to have a beer with him, maybe two or three, and not a light beer either. I want it to be something like He’brew Jewbilation or Heavy Seas Uber Ale, and I want to buy. And I want neither of us to have The Rash while we drink our beers and swap war stories.

Now, I’m new to blogging (as witnessed by the two prior drafts of this post that magically went “pouf!”), and if you can’t get to the link below by clicking on it, you can copy and paste it in your browser.

http://blogs.webmd.com/all-ears/2011/06/home-remedies-adventures-with-poison-oak-and-ivy.html

So, have a happy 4th of July, drink an American brew, burn only on the grille, say hi to the fam, and stay out of anything green with three leaves.

The Bus is leaving now.