Tonight we had the best and baddest mama jamma of a storm. We aren’t prone to worrying about tornados and the like in my area. Well, we weren’t anyway. Until that crazy tornado in Springfield, Mass last week. NOW we believe in ghosts.
The way home from work was brutal….visibility only allowing the ability to see a huge tree in the road right as you were about to drive over it. Lightning streaking down the sky constantly, strobing the town in a steady tempo. And of course, plenty of sirens to make us all pull over, wondering what the scene would be like, wherever that EMT was headed to.
So I know that I have this love for crows and all but our animals in the house are trying to get into the act. They’ve heard that a group of crows is a murder and are attempting to be the villainous bad asses of this hood. Le chat Azrael and le chien Ziggy both had their evil moments today. Azrael first, strutting around the house with a dead chipmunk. She is probably the single highest cause of Chipmunk Mortality around here. Not cool. She doesn’t even eat them. Ziggy took out a woodchuck who tried to defend himself. That makes me even sadder….an animal wanting to live and trying to stay alive and losing. But I guess that’s life and its opposite, Compost. I hear there were entrails involved with the woodchuck incident. SHIVER.
Today was a crazy day at work…one in which you dearly wish you had a beautiful Japanese or Chinese partition to close your little piece of pod real estate off and not speak to anyone. I have fabulous workmates…I just need quiet sometimes to work. And today we were all interrupted to the nth because our boss really wanted to know when this or that might be worked on, creating and slamming panic buttons wherever possible, like that landmine game. This doesn’t keep a flow going to finish the job. It just creates more fires to put out.
Regardless, I had a nice radio day. NPR decided that in all likelihood, its stories were not what I needed today and would not play for me. So I thought I’d check out some living in France podcasts, perchance some also on crows and ravens. So I did. I will have to reach out to a couple of those crow guys to see if they’ll be on my Scorpion Equinox show. One is Tony Angell and the other is John Marzluff. They wrote a book called In the Company of Crows and Ravens.
I lost my batting streak on MLB yesterday. I’d been up to a 7. This means I’m sort of a big deal (Not.). It really means that I guessed seven days in a row who would get a hit in baseball. Suzuki, how could you let me down? Now my boyfriend is beating me! Or….I’m getting a head start on my new streak so that by the time his crumbles, he’ll be behind me. Wah hahahahaha….
So to make me feel happier, Farmville decided that we could plant cupcakes. Which I did promptly. I am part of the ecstatic nerdville that is a committed farmer. I can’t let down my neighbors, nor can I let my crops wither (it’s a waste of my virtual cash!). So cupcakes it is. J’adore cupcakes. I am sure to eat one at least once a week. We have a great bakery in the area, McKinney and Doyle, and wow, talk about lookers. Those cupcakes could be rocks with frosting and I’ll eat them. I usually share one with Humanling on Tuesdays. I don’t know about her but I end up with red velvet crumbs all over my lap like an animal.
So tonight I decided to do yoga since it was still lightning out during my usual walking and cavorting with the crows time slot. I haven’t done a full yoga routine since I started walking during our lovely weather and boy, it was a task. My balance was all ragged. Note to self: do not ignore yoga or else it will make the joke out of me that I am once cold weather comes.
Eventually I decided to grab a plastic bag and take my Year in Provence book, along with camera and Murder Treats (ok really one faithful crow does not comprise a murder but he did lead 2 of his family to me a couple of days ago and they were fed too.)
Now I’ve noticed that there are a couple of other Birdie Cues out there that let me know Crow is around. Mockingbird is one of them. He starts with his bizarre Rehhhhhhh Rehhhhhhhh noise which I usually hear when Crow and I are in the same area. Mockingbird dive bombs Crow constantly and Crow, being the (much) bigger of the two doesn’t even bother to kick his ass. He just continues to get pelted and shows some patience. So when I heard Mockingbird’s Rehhhhhhhh tonight as I headed out of the driveway, I saw Crow also. I put down some vittles and left the driveway. I have a feeling that Mockingbird is very territorial over the driveway area so Crow instead flew to one of its tree posts that I normally feed him under. I happened to get a photo of the attempted dive bomb because I enjoy taking photos of Crow whenever possible (see above photo). Crow then flew down to eat.
On my way back to the house, my mile almost up, it had started raining again and I decided to just do one mile tonight instead of two. Red-Winged Blackbird is the other messenger to let me know that Crow is around. RWB started making noise and also dive bombing Crow. Very patient Crow, who simply wants to eat peanuts and cheerios and crackers. And almonds this time around.
So tonight I tried to teach Crow a word….”Once Around This Time”. Ok that’s a phrase but it might sound like a giant syllabic word to Crow. The rain, of course. Tomorrow I will lap 2 miles and feed him again.
See you tomorrow Crow. For now I see that my older one, Miz Eye, has sent me a request in Farmville. A first. Of course in the exuberance of sharing something you like with one of your very favorite people, I have already sent a gift back with a long paragraph telling her to friend my Farmville Friends, with footnotes.
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