All In One Sunday Morning
I think my wife is trying to kill me.
She transferred the breakfast cereal from their perfectly good boxes into plastic containers with the proposed intent that it keeps the cereal fresher and protects it against possible creepy-crawly's. By the grace of God, though, I did notice that the kitten on the counter was unusually intriqued by this morning's serving. If it weren't for the kitten staring at my bowl I would not have noticed the thin, 1 X 2 inch plastic package with the coupon inside that fell into the bowl. Instead of the usual rustling that would have occured from a regular cereal bag, it fell in to my bowl silently.
She knows that I eat really fast and never look at my food. I could have choked to death.
Before all this happened though, I was woken up with a start this morning. Our front yard with it's many bird feeders is home to the Grand Bird Buffet. Now there's an idea: because it is so popular makes me think that I should charge admission?
Of course, for the hawks this is the Prey Buffet featuring the finest avian fare the Sonoran Desert has to offer. All is nice and calm but when one bird catches a glimpse of a hawk, the rest of the flock explodes all at once-fueled by a nice adrenaline rush, I'm sure. The sudden rise of a few dozen wings creates quite a sound in the quiet desert.
Unfortunately, in the mayhem of mass departure a dove sometimes forgets that it is next to a solid object like a house, for example. Sometimes there is a "thunk" on the side of the house. There hasn't been a broken window yet. So, when I find the occasional poor, dead critter I say a small prayer for them and then carry them into the arroyo- the Coyote Drive-Thru. Ah, the Circle of Life!
If you haven't already assumed so, I was just kidding about thinking my wife is trying to kill me. I believe her when she tells me how much she loves me even if she denies all knowledge of how a bear trap got set by my side of the bed.
She transferred the breakfast cereal from their perfectly good boxes into plastic containers with the proposed intent that it keeps the cereal fresher and protects it against possible creepy-crawly's. By the grace of God, though, I did notice that the kitten on the counter was unusually intriqued by this morning's serving. If it weren't for the kitten staring at my bowl I would not have noticed the thin, 1 X 2 inch plastic package with the coupon inside that fell into the bowl. Instead of the usual rustling that would have occured from a regular cereal bag, it fell in to my bowl silently.
She knows that I eat really fast and never look at my food. I could have choked to death.
Before all this happened though, I was woken up with a start this morning. Our front yard with it's many bird feeders is home to the Grand Bird Buffet. Now there's an idea: because it is so popular makes me think that I should charge admission?
Of course, for the hawks this is the Prey Buffet featuring the finest avian fare the Sonoran Desert has to offer. All is nice and calm but when one bird catches a glimpse of a hawk, the rest of the flock explodes all at once-fueled by a nice adrenaline rush, I'm sure. The sudden rise of a few dozen wings creates quite a sound in the quiet desert.
Unfortunately, in the mayhem of mass departure a dove sometimes forgets that it is next to a solid object like a house, for example. Sometimes there is a "thunk" on the side of the house. There hasn't been a broken window yet. So, when I find the occasional poor, dead critter I say a small prayer for them and then carry them into the arroyo- the Coyote Drive-Thru. Ah, the Circle of Life!
If you haven't already assumed so, I was just kidding about thinking my wife is trying to kill me. I believe her when she tells me how much she loves me even if she denies all knowledge of how a bear trap got set by my side of the bed.
posted by Cool Water William @ 2:39 PM
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