Last year I found a monarch butterfly wandering around my yard. It made me wonder how many more years they’ll be making their cross-country trip. [stderr]
Back in 1999 I rescued a large snapping turtle who was trying to cross the highway. As soon as I put it down on the verge it grabbed the edge of my shoe and bit a chunk out of it. I guess that is a way of showing appreciation. It’s not a good way, it’s just a way.
When the mistral wind from North Africa blows up into the south of France, the summers are hot and dry and cloudless. I forget the year, but I was around 9 or 10; the rest of the situation was unforgettable.
I’m not sure why calling something a “turkey” is an expression of disdain. Turkeys are actually pretty impressive: smart, well-camouflaged (stealthy like an F-35!) weather-resistant, reliable.
These are old photos – from 2005. The dogs and I were on a walk and suddenly they got very interested in this patch of mud on the trail. It took some doing to get them to not stomp all over it, so I could go back to the house and get a camera and a ruler.
Someone decided to leave some eggs on my bedroom window. They’re on the outside, which I appreciate.
Before the dumpster service came to pick it up and take it away, we had several days of driving rain and fog. That sort of weather energizes me; I have no idea why.
[Trigger Warning: spiders]
At least this posting has no Sam Harris content. Oh, wait, I just added some Sam Harris content! Should I add a trigger warning? Ni!
Normally, I don’t like bourgeois pursuits like weeding. I feel that plants should Do Their Thing and I mostly try to hold the line at keeping them from growing over the top of my house. [Read more…]