Lucky had a boat which he anchored 3 miles off the coast, in international waters. Somehow that was a viable location for gambling. But the local sheriff still wanted to arrest him for running a casino. Then he switched to being a restaurateur, which, in reality was caused by show sponsors not wanting to be seen as supporting gambling, and somehow, his boat remained 3 miles off shore and yet he was able to keep the joint packed. Curious. Not a restaurant for those prone to sea-sickness, I suppose.
Frank Gorshin showed up in one episode, did his bit, it was entertaining, and that was a bright spot. The mention of eating marlin and truffled grouse was, well, I don't know -- I had no idea that bill fish were good eating. Or did they say "ruffled grouse"? My hearing isn't what it once was, plus I was cooking lunch.
But as fascinating as a nearly 60 year old failed tv show is, that's not what I am here to talk about. We are currently experiencing a snowstorm. First day of spring and it is snowing. I saw a bluebird working on nest building, so that is a positive sign. She must know something I don't. It is warm enough that the snow isn't sticking, but come on -- it's nearly April, enough with the snow already!
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My catalpa tree this morning.
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It's 34ยบ with hazy sun. At this rate the snow will all be gone by, oh, July 4th.
Any day you see a bluebird is a great day. They are the shyest damn birds. And of course the most beautiful. Is there a connection? Compared to bluebirds my cardinals are positively pushy.
Speaking of old TV shows: one of the funniest moments in Cannon, and it repeated on every show, was when the actor who played Cannon, Bill Conrad? anyway, when he had to rev up his engine to simulate anger. His gearing up was either painful or hilarious to behold depending on whether YOU, the viewer, gave a damn or not. I chose not to.
There is a bluebird nesting box in my backyard and I keep an eye on the comings and goings of my bluebirds. I thought I saw one last week, but today I saw the mama bluebird hauling nest materials into the box, so it is a confirmed sighting.
She, or a close facsimile, raised two clutches of baby bluebirds last year and while I have never seen the fledglings venture out for their first flight, I have photographed them as eggs and as chicks. My neighbor says that seeing them fly for the first time is the true culmination of bluebird watching. Maybe this year, if the snow ever stops.
We've had robins for almost a month and the daffodils have come and gone and look like they may be coming again.
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