The outdoors called me to take a little hike in biting cold wind. A short walk did me and my lower back good. The wind blurred my vision but I kept listening... I heard chipping noises high in a tree and it took a while for me to see what I think was a little Chickadee busy at work on top of a pine cone.
See the little butt straight up? I wonder what this little bird was getting from this pine cone. Other than seeing several Cardinals and Juncos (hardy birds), it was quiet. Gosh, I can't wait for the warm weather to return.
This is the tree where I saw a red-bellied woodpecker a week or two ago. I rolled down my window and listened…no woodpecker today, but I thought the tree looked like a picture with the sun beaming behind it.
Chloe and Bella were with me in the yard, trembling in the cold, while I scooped frozen poopsicles. Here’s a shot of the birds waiting for me to “leave the premises”. Don’t they realize I’m a harmless paparazzi and the one who feeds them? Come eat out of my hand, will ya?
In Memoriam of the Mourning Dove who met its fate in my backyard yesterday, he's gone, with only a pile of feathers left behind.
Now on to more serious but silly matters. If I had to make my commute to work in cities like Boston, New York, or Los Angeles, I’d slit my throat. I’ll bet most people driving in those cities are on medication. In my little town of Huntersville, I shouldn’t complain, but we really need more roads to accommodate the influx of residents and business around here. Today I met up with the worst – all in one day. Risk takers, aggressive drivers, slow-pokes, drivers on my rear end, and an accident involving two women driving soccer vans while holding a cell phone to their ears. Serves them right! On days like this I dream of owning a vehicle similar to a Batmobile.
If I had a Batmobile, it would have helicopter capability. Tired of sitting in a back-up on a one-lane road, I’d press the “copter” button and finish my commute in the air. How cool would that be? I'm glad I'm not driving a 5-speed. For those idiots pushing my back bumper, I’d press the warning button that would blink red from my rear window, “Back off, Jack!” If the idiot continued to squirm in his seat and annoy me, I’d hit the “spike” button and blow out his tires from the rear of my car. Those people who continue to drive ten miles below the speed limit would really get it! I’d have sirens and lights that would scare the living daylights out of a cop or firefighter… “PULL OVER, BUD! If you can’t drive it, PARK IT!”
That’s what I want. My dream car. Batmobile. A black helmet would look silly on my little blonde head but at least I’d get from A to B in record time! A black cape is not my style, though.