I’ve been joking with Aline forever that I want to see Barry Manilow in concert before I die. (Or before he does . . . ) But the cost of flying down to Las Vegas, tickets, a hotel room and food has always seemed to be an extravagant money splurge …
Old Man Fookwire is a grump who only likes to paint pictures of birds that visit his backyard. The problem is, they fly south every winter, leaving him sad and lonely. So he decides to get them to stay by putting up beautiful birdfeeders filled with seeds and berries. Unfortunately, the squirrels like the treats, too, and make a daring raid on the feeders. The conflict escalates-until the birds depart (as usual), and the squirrels come up with a plan that charms the old grump.
My take: How can you not like a book where you get to say Googlie Mooglie, raise your fist and yell “Those darned squirrels”?
Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first. — Mark Twain