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I must not forget to watch the sunrise tomorrow, on my way to work...or maybe not.
The street is empty and lovely when I drive at 5am. Well, except from the car accidents and the drunk drivers...
I saw a dead seagul today...Oh at least he was free before he died.
It's funny how little things seem so important sometimes... And how we take for granted some important things...Like life itself...

...or for the under bird, as it were....
Here on the white privileged, VERY white, mid coast of Maine, even in smaller urban areas, wild life abounds. Sure, the white-tailed deer saunter through the thousand hectare Vierk Estates, (and my veggie garden!), now and again. But moose with young in tow? Not to mention coyotes. Lynx. And our share of birds of many sorts. From the returning tiny ruby throat-ed HB each spring, (right to the nectar feeder at our window, after almost 10,000 Km voyages), to bad arse birds of prey. VERY bad. Hawks, owls, falcons, osprey and bald eagles, no less. See these almost daily. As some doth spot my vehicles., and my hats. So...
...Loved the radio report of a rooster, strutting his stuff, not too far away, in his barn yard. One Sir Stanley, as I recall. Well, it seems a red tailed hawk, Stuka dived down onto big little Stasha, and with lots of noise, dragged his little neck and arse off into a neighboring tree line. Concerned farm family came right out to help, but how, really? In these situations, as with armed mobile police protection from home intruders, when seconds count, they arrive in mere minutes. Seconds-second amendment. But....I digress.
Oh no, animal lovers all, not this time. The farmers report seeing the hawk fly off in disgrace, and watched street fighting man Stanley, strut out back to his harem. Poorer by a few feathers, but head erect, crowing/scratching proudly, and appearing no less intact for the encounter. If hens could only applaud, as did the humans, we suspect. Hard to believe for this bozo on the bus. But the radio never lies.

Wish I could make this stuff up, Peebles.

The range of boldness and shyness in creatures is a delight to watch. Recently, while retiming the racing engine, and replacing the twin timing belts on the 180 MPH vintage VIERK two wheel machine, head under the bike, Bravo resting, watching, learning, farting nearby, this chipmunk comes sauntering by, a few inches from our heads, stops, stands up to display fearsome threats with all 4 inches of stature, does the little rodent thing with front paws scratching jowls, tilts head about a bit, and just STAYS THERE!. Mind you, when Bravo sees these little ones through the windows of the VIERK mansion, he goes bonkers, as if to want to break out for the chase. But now we are both transfixed, with the bold behavior of this tiny lady. Then, just as casually, she gets back on all fours, stretches a bit, and slowly walks away, back to one of her many entrances to those warm subterranean cabins. We both get up to go over to look, Bravo still calm as a Cuke (M), no chase mode at all in this big canine. What gives here? Neighbor's tell me that some of the ones near their castles eat sunflower seeds, right out of human hands! Wow! Nature.

As a woodpecker was visiting various trees in the forest , he thought he heard someone crying. Flying here and there he found a little tree that was crying. He stopped by the little tree and asked. "Little tree , why are you crying ?" The little tree said while sobbing , "I am lost , I am afraid , and I don't know where my mother is ". Trying to be helpful , the woodpecker says , " I don't remember if you are a son of a Beech , or a son of a Birch, but as I remember , your mother was the best Ash I ever stuck my pecker in". studecar

....Miss Angel, one of a neighbor's cats, is 17 YO, and is fading. The vets think she had an occult cancer over the past half year, and she was down to under 5 pounds. But still eating, purring, playful, and feisty, as Maine Coons can be. Excellent huntress, she brought in a bedazzled little chipmunk not too long ago, even in her poor state. One of the girls got her to drop it and it ran. But she too quickly? gained about 2 pounds on some antidepressant the vets gave to calm her and to stimulate her appetite. The weight gain seems to have placed her into heart failure, and her breathing is compromised. Other medicine is helping, but her time is short. So I'm working next door and watching her, while her mistress, a nurse practitioner, is working. Our Bravo has a few more years, but he'll face this soon enough, as do we all. I hate it, but these animals all have fun long lives. This is sad, but has to be better than some political rant.

The last time I saw Leonardo, he was aging gracefully. His once
dark hair had turned to silver, and his countenance was quiet
and refined. His home was on a quiet block, but one that I
happened to walk down daily on my way to school. I very often
would see him sitting in his favorite chair by the window,
staring out as if to take in all he sees. And yet when you looked
in his eyes, they carried the wisdom of a thousand years,
perhaps a thousand lives.
It was an odd circumstance by which I happened to meet
Leonardo in my younger days. I was at our local train station
waiting to meet my aunt Olivia who was arriving shortly. It was
a favorable chance of fate that Leonardo would be there at that
precise moment. He was wearing his traditional travel attire, THERE is more tell me --& I`ll post more........