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camwynI've heard from a few people that there is a list of some sort to the effect of 'you might be a Disney heroine if...'. I've never seen it, at least partly 'cos I've been busy memorizing substantial chunks of the Evil Overlord List. (I find that characters in the stuff I write or run make *much* more interesting villains if I assume they got hold of the Evil Overlord List and took it to heart before beginning their careers of villainy.) Apparently one of the signs that you might be a Disney heroine is if animals instinctively trust you.
I just had a chickadee try to get into my office through the window.
I mean, it's not the kind of window that even *opens*. The blinds are down on that side - not turned to keep the light out, but down. Anyone could see them. But one of the chickadees in the tree outside just flew up to the window and repeatedly tried to get himself through the window. It wasn't a SMACK!-thump kind of thing, just a hover-twitter-push-twitter move on the bird's part... Given that last year I had a chickadee sit on a branch about two feet from my head and twitter angrily at me until I finished filling the bird feeder, then swoop down and start eating as soon as I walked away, I suspect I may need to find out what the other signs of impending Disneyfication are.
Oh, and I need to refill the feeder when I get home.
I just had a chickadee try to get into my office through the window.
I mean, it's not the kind of window that even *opens*. The blinds are down on that side - not turned to keep the light out, but down. Anyone could see them. But one of the chickadees in the tree outside just flew up to the window and repeatedly tried to get himself through the window. It wasn't a SMACK!-thump kind of thing, just a hover-twitter-push-twitter move on the bird's part... Given that last year I had a chickadee sit on a branch about two feet from my head and twitter angrily at me until I finished filling the bird feeder, then swoop down and start eating as soon as I walked away, I suspect I may need to find out what the other signs of impending Disneyfication are.
Oh, and I need to refill the feeder when I get home.
