Well, we know which one’s next
Wednesday April 11th 2012, 9:26 pm
Filed under: Friends,Life,Wildlife

Paraphrasing there.

An intense day: a noon lupus meeting–and I couldn’t find a place to park without a lot of sun time.  Which I cannot risk. After driving all the way over there, I simply had to bag it.

Which was okay–I was going to have to leave early anyway, because I got an email last night that a friend needed a ride to her eye doctor three towns away. Dilate and wait, rush hour traffic coming back.


I had promised to bring dinner to someone else at six.

I drove her, I waited, I knitted, I dropped her off at home, I went straight to Costco. It was past 5:30 when I got out of there with a rotisserie chicken and enough extras to keep them happy, apologizing for the lack of creative input thereto. Done.

Sat down finally at home with some Costco pizza, my first meal in seven hours and all I could do at that point–sorry for not waiting, Richard–and collapsed into a chair at last.

And saw the bottom half of a hawk swooping past the very top of the window.

Nobody on the bird feeders, sorry; my pepperoni’s too salty and really not what you’d like. I walked out of the room. Back a few minutes later, in time to see what I at first thought were falling olive leaves and then realized were feathers. Somewhere the Cooper’s had found its favorite, a dove.

But wait. Trees. Angle. Distance. Wind? How were they falling exactly there?

I wasn’t the only one who was fascinated. A young black squirrel on the patio didn’t run for cover, didn’t duck under the picnic table at the last second and hide on the chair legs like I saw one do last year–it loped over to the center of the grass and then stood on its hind legs, stretching upwards, sniffing as far as its nose could reach, staring, clearly, at the hawk. (My view up there was hampered by the awning.)

I remembered the one last year that liked to taunt the Cooper’s and how predictably that eventually turned out.

Then this one took off up the tree to get an even closer look.


Didn’t your momma ever teach you not to get in a tree with strangers?

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Love the red wagon and the hawk visit. Glad you got some dinner and down time after all of that!

Comment by Channon 04.12.12 @ 7:41 am

Sowwy, no understand. I’m a widdle slow this mawnin.

Comment by Don Meyer 04.12.12 @ 8:14 am

Looks like that squirrel is going to win himself a Darwin Award.

Comment by LauraN 04.12.12 @ 10:33 am

I understand the sun problem, which is doubly difficult when you live in such a sunny place. Might a parasol help you get from the car to your destinations or is returning to a hot car also detrimental?

Comment by Madeline 04.12.12 @ 7:22 pm

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