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Sunday, June 30, 2013

The beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad


Clouds and wires.




Thing on prairie.

* Wildlife report: Today I witnessed a red-winged black bird totally freaking out over the presence of a baby bunny eating grass on the path around a pond near my house. The bunny was so little, it had to be on it's first unsupervised trip out of the nest. The bird would fly around the bunny, never getting closer than about five feet from the ground. It would then fly back and land on some electrical equipment about two feet from the bunny, where it would practically scream at the bunny. The baby bunny was completely unfazed by the squawking going on around it. Suddenly, from across the pond, came the honking of a couple geese heading this way. And then bunny hot footed it out of there into the tall weeds. And the red-winged blackbird flew away. Amazing scene.

* So I had one more for dessert. (Kris!) (Even though this song was made famous by Johnny Cash, it belongs to Kris Kristofferson, who wrote it:

... while living in a run-down tenement in Nashville when he was working as a janitor for Columbia Records - a strange occupation considering he had a master's degree from Oxford University and risen to the rank of captain in the US Army.

To which I say, all your questions answered here.

Posted by Marie at June 30, 2013 10:03 PM