Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Sorry we missed you

(Springy G saunters up her front walk, intent upon a slip of paper sticking out of the mailbox)

Oh, dear -- They tried to deliver spring at a quarter after eleven this morning, while I was at work.  I guess I'd better drive over to the courier depot and sign for it.

(A rogue snowflake lands on her nose.  She sneezes, turns her gaze upward to sky, and sighs.)

Regardless, a happy Equinox to you.  I'm going to go run some errands and then maybe get this weather thing sorted out.


Thursday, March 1, 2018

The Crow Whisperer

This morning, as I walked down the street to catch the bus to work, I heard a commotion up ahead:

cawCAWcawCAWCAWCAWcawCAW!

At first I saw three crows up in a tree; then a fourth; then a whole bunch more in an adjoining tree -- perhaps not a murder of crows, but at least an involuntary homicide of them.  They seemed to be rather disturbed about something.

I like crows, partly because they're smart little bastards and partly because they remind me of Huginn and Muninn, Asgard's airborne intelligence agency   I hate to see them upset, so I made an attempt to calm them down.

By doing my very best lady-crow impression.

I don't know how accurate it was -- my purring gargle probably came across as more penguin than corvid -- but I got a bit of a dialogue going with the gang up in the tree, and as I walked by and chatted with them they settled down quite nicely.

Most importantly, I got to work with absolutely no crow poop on my hat.

I do wonder what the crows were talking about after I left, though...