It's rubbish night tonight, and my house is right next to a block of flats. Where my neighbours had put their bins, there was a congregation of half a dozen crows, cawing and flitting about. I couldn't see what they were after, because the bins I could see were the tall green-rubbish bins, and the only one which was partly open due to being over-full was full of branches, which would hardly be attractive to crows.

So I walked slowly up to them, and of course they all flew away, but I saw what they were after. Tucked behind the tall green-rubbish bins, where I had been unable to see it, was one of the shorter red-rubbish bins, and *it* was over-full too. And right at the very top of it, with a faint smell of meat (faint to a human nose, that is) was a full, squishy bag of wet pet food. I mean, the bag was also inside a plastic rubbish bag, but the plastic rubbish bag already had several rents torn in it. The pet food bag was much tougher, there were no holes in it... yet.

Seriously, what was that person *thinking*? They aren't even supposed to be putting food into the red bins any more, let alone stuffing the bin so full that the lid won't close properly, with pet food at the very *top*.

Rank stupidity.

I hope the crows get ALL the meat.

#Wildlife #Rubbish #BinNight

“Hey it’s Bin Night!”

#MemphisTheMalshi #BinNight

well, i mean, c'mon now. how can the rest of the week do anything but disappoint? provide a sense of extreme anticlimax? shirley, nought can compete with the excitement, the thrill, the fine keening of the senses, when one participates in...

#BinNight

i mean, right? that time of the quarter when one experiences the frisson of excitement as one carefully discovers if the front door hinges & locks have remembered, since the last time they were called into action seemingly a whole geological epoch ago, to still, not to put to fine a point on it... work?

and then, not to be outdone, the dual excitement after binning about, of... clearing out the 42 zillion snails in the letterbox & the gruesome particulate remnants of whatever mail, junk or otherwise, they have devoured since my last visitation. it was a different world, back then.

#whimsy #nonsense 🤪 #dropbearshit #socialphobia #hermit