Saturday, January 22, 2005

The Hostess with the Mostess

Yesterday as I was puttering around the house I noticed there were about 300 starlings in my back yard having a party without me. There were drinks, lights, a rockin’ bird bath going on in the hot tub, and music, of course there was music.

I felt like a negligent hostess, so I went to my pantry to see what I had on hand for birds… Do birds like lentils? Rice was a no go… Don’t want exploded bird bodies on the back lawn… Oooo, puffed wheat, light, yet hearty, appetizing, bite-sized for little beaks…perfect.

But as I went outside to scatter the hors d’ouevres, they all flew away. I felt used. I served up anyway and left it at that. This morning all the puffed wheat is gone. Either the birds came back for a little midnight madness, or the musk rat got it… Anyhow, I hope they had fun.

1 comment:

Suzie Petunia said...

I really love what a good hostess you are. There's nothing like ungracious guests, though. You know they loved your hors d’ouevres (had to "cut" and "paste" that one!:) Some day you'll find a tiny little thank you note on your back porch.

Where is your post re: this week's Wickedly Perfect? All I can say is your prediction is "coming to pass". The actual talent will all be voted off and CBS will be left with pond scum.