OF KINGS AND FEATHERS AND HORSEFEATHERS

Ok initial rant. Why a week's worth of obsession about Jacko Wacko? Come on, the guy had some good music, but face it what did he ever contribute to society? Did he discover a cure for cancer? Make the blind to see and the lame to walk? No. Get over it already or on the other hand, how pathetic that this caused anyone to weep and wail over his loss. He was an entertainer (more in his personal life actually) nothing more. How pathetic.

We certainly like to be entertained with our bread and circuses while Rome burns around us. This type of adulation should be reserved for the truly deserving and it makes me wonder if we are so starved for excitement we just climb aboard the celebrity wagon. Or should I blame the media that wastes so much time on the undeserving for the entertainment value.

Now more important things. My hummer has been making a regular stop at the cheap little plastic red thingee we put out there. When we had the handsome copper and red mansion, he turned his little birdee nose up at it. Apparently hummingbirds are the "common sewers" of the bird world and prefer the trailer with the tassels and spinning tops rather than the fancy pants feeder we were willing to provide for their dining pleasure. Chez Ide was too upscale for my buddy I have dubbed "HumVee".

I look each morning and evening. The Burt man said he was working outside today and it sounded like a freakin' helicopter when he was hitting the feeder. Apparently there is an issue with their little bodies and their long long beaks being too heavy for their wings-thus the constant flapping. Last night the light was on inside and he caught a glimpse of his hosts. I swear his visage showed major surprise and curiosity so much so that he forgot the sugar water and kept peering in the window. Peeping Tom HumVee. Probably the first time he realized that someone must be filling his juice banquet. We were appropriately nonchalant and unobtrusive as good servants should be until he settled down. But now I see him in unexpected places, no doubt trying to see if we are real or not.