Hey ya'll!
Oh, happy Friday! No joy, no bliss, quite like Friday!
'Tis the Silly Season for mockingbirds; they have babies. I have cats. It's getting noisy and dangerous around here, if you are Dammit, our tom cat.
Mockingbirds, as I'm sure you know, go through two insane periods. The first one is spent in pursuit of females, and they lose........their........MINDS! They will tangle up in the middle of the road, a parking lot, they just don't care! They look like two feather dusters in full combat. Not being a bird specialist ( I use that term 'cause I can't spell ornithologist), I cannot tell you if they are two males fighting over turf and partners, or if they are a male and female having a darned good time.
The second insane period is what we are seeing now. Mission accomplished for the continuation of the species, and the babies are in the nest!!! And they will protect them by whatever means necessary, and to the exclusion of all else. And they lose all fear.
Which sucks if you are a lazy cat trying to snooze in the sunshine. They have chased that poor cat so much he's almost a nervous wreck. Which serves him right for being a wuss and the Family Embarrassment. When T pulled into the yard a couple of days ago one landed on his side-mirror and started screaming his butt off at Dammit, who was hiding under the bike trailer. The truck had just stopped, the motor was still running, and T had his arm hanging out the window. No fear, but plenty of stupidity! Of course the cat almost tripped My Beloved running into the house.
This morning I was greeted by the cat at the front door, standing on his hind legs, both front paws on the storm door glass, with a very desperate look on his face! I could hear the bird screeching but I couldn't see it. But fresh bird poop all over the front porch told me that the cat had been under attack for some time!!
I wish I could explain to the birds that even if I caught the baby, dispatched it, cleaned it, cooked it to perfection, and offered it to this animal on a silver plate, with gravy, he wouldn't touch it. Much less stir HIMSELF to make the kill and eat it raw.
I had the joy of watching a squirrel run across a power line over four lanes of traffic, AND a very wide median strip, to an oak tree with a mockingbird pecking at his pucker the whole distance! Running flat-out and straight ahead was the only option he had. I felt bad for the squirrel, but enjoyed the laugh! Yeah, shame on me!
In my ramblings this morning I ran into family at the Shell station. That's what I get for giving into the urge for Krispy Kream donuts. Can't help it. And don't want to!
My son-in-law and my for-lack-of-a-better-term-daughter-in-law. My son now works with my husband and cannot pick up his "wife". So my son-in-law gives her a ride home from work in the mornings since they work the same shift at the same plant. And live practically on the same street. They were sitting in his truck with a couple of scratch-off lottery tickets, and I couldn't just act like I didn't see 'em sittin' there, even though I was in a hurry AND on the job. So I stepped up to the truck and said "If you win a million dollars, half of it's mine." To which my son-in-law said, "Worth every penny!" Well of course I thought he had been drinkin'. He said if it wasn't for me he wouldn't have his wife and little girls.
No, don't say, "How sweet!" I know a suck-up when I hear it! I told him the day may come when he wished someone had cut my throat when I was younger and he wouldn't be in the mess he's in. Which of course he denied. Smart boy.
The rest of the day hummed along until my daughter checked the mail. Instant freak-out. But my attorney assures me all is well.
But it's all okay.......................'cause it's FRIDAY!
Ya'll have a good one!
