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May 27th, 2018

Yesterday I sacked 30 Euro by betting with dearest husband mine. While driving home from a coffee clatsch with son number three´s mother-in-law-to-be hubby started a conversation about the main evening event aka Champions League finale. My bet was 3:1 for Real (true but not funny at all), the key player of Liverpool would not make it into the second half of the play (that foul was a spectacular one, unfortunately unpunished), and either that pretty but sidelined blond would turn the match or the goalie of my favourite would suck (as he had done before). I even got bonus points for the third bet, because both options came true. I am no way an addict though I (had to) watch quite a lot of games because of hubby´s love for soccer. Yesterday was no exception. On the way home hubby drove like a lunatic to make it home in time for the grand finale, he even picked up pizza to not have to get up and sack the fridge for an evening snack- and he deliberately forgot to depart the motorway at the right exit to pick up his own car at the bus station where he had parked it to continue our ride to Lower Austria in my car. So this morning I had to get up earlier than usual to do a 30 kilometre drive so that hubby was able to make it to work in time, in his own car. No problem, I woke up quite early in the morning because of some birdies outside chirping like mad. Out in the garden I saw a single father was showing around his progeny, five young blackbirds kicking up a shindy to get fed by the poor father bird. I grabbed my dressing gown and thundered down the stairs to seize Tuxedo cat before he managed to cut the newly enlarged blackbird population. The older Tux gets the more he hunts those poor fledglings, there´s not a day without a dead one in our garden, but birds this young are easy prey even to cats as old as Methuselah. Coming back from my morning tour the birds were still roaming the neighborhood, the poor father still picking earthworms and feeding the young ones, and in the evening all of them were sitting in a tree, still waiting to get fed, still loudly urging their poor father to provide them with more insects and worms. I did not even know that birdie parents did feed their progeny when the young ones were already able to fly, not to mention that I ever heard birds chirping so loud! Since the blackbird population here has indeed decreased enormously I will try to keep our guest cat away from the young birds by feeding him twice as much as he usually gets, in hope that he will happily retreat to his senior residence on our terrace aka his new cat-bed under the garden table, to sleep away the day and go for mice during night. I only have to be careful in the morning when I step out onto the tiles to give Tux his cat food. There´s always some remains of mice out there, and often enough two or more mice laid out for me as a present!

Easy money...

Yesterday I sacked 30 Euro by betting with dearest husband mine. While driving home from a coffee clatsch with son number three´s mother-in-law-to-be hubby started a conversation about the main evening event aka Champions League finale. My bet was 3:1 for Real (true but not funny at all), the key player of Liverpool would not make it into the second half of the play (that foul was a spectacular one, unfortunately unpunished), and either that pretty but sidelined blond would turn the match or the goalie of my favourite would suck (as he had done before). I even got bonus points for the third bet, because both options came true. I am no way an addict though I (had to) watch quite a lot of games because of hubby´s love for soccer. Yesterday was no exception. On the way home hubby drove like a lunatic to make it home in time for the grand finale, he even picked up pizza to not have to get up and sack the fridge for an evening snack- and he deliberately forgot to depart the motorway at the right exit to pick up his own car at the bus station where he had parked it to continue our ride to Lower Austria in my car. So this morning I had to get up earlier than usual to do a 30 kilometre drive so that hubby was able to make it to work in time, in his own car. No problem, I woke up quite early in the morning because of some birdies outside chirping like mad. Out in the garden I saw a single father was showing around his progeny, five young blackbirds kicking up a shindy to get fed by the poor father bird. I grabbed my dressing gown and thundered down the stairs to seize Tuxedo cat before he managed to cut the newly enlarged blackbird population. The older Tux gets the more he hunts those poor fledglings, there´s not a day without a dead one in our garden, but birds this young are easy prey even to cats as old as Methuselah. Coming back from my morning tour the birds were still roaming the neighborhood, the poor father still picking earthworms and feeding the young ones, and in the evening all of them were sitting in a tree, still waiting to get fed, still loudly urging their poor father to provide them with more insects and worms. I did not even know that birdie parents did feed their progeny when the young ones were already able to fly, not to mention that I ever heard birds chirping so loud! Since the blackbird population here has indeed decreased enormously I will try to keep our guest cat away from the young birds by feeding him twice as much as he usually gets, in hope that he will happily retreat to his senior residence on our terrace aka his new cat-bed under the garden table, to sleep away the day and go for mice during night. I only have to be careful in the morning when I step out onto the tiles to give Tux his cat food. There´s always some remains of mice out there, and often enough two or more mice laid out for me as a present!