Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Feels A Bit Dangerous Today

Someone raised a huge gray umbrella over us here and the air is pressing down and a few moments ago I thought a branch had fallen because I heard a thud and a squirrel was squeaking and I heard scrabbling and looked up to see a hawk, hovered over the poor squirrel, attempting to lift off with it but somehow he lost his grip and flew into a nearby tree and I guess the squirrel lived.

So much nature.

And now the rain is beginning, soft pattering and I'm going to town again. For someone so damn insular, I sure seem to be around other people a lot. I'm going to lunch with a friend and we're going to discuss writing but before that, I'm going to the mall to help Jessie with August while she tries to get a few things for the trip she and Vergil (and of course, little Gus) are taking to Boulder tomorrow.

Are any of you wondering when Mr. Moon is coming home?
Well, yes, me too.

Here's a picture he sent me of him holding a crappie (yes, that is a real fish name) that he caught in the lake he used to fish in with his parents when he was a child.


He may look somber in that shot but I think he's having a very good time with his old buddy. And I'm glad he's having a good time but I believe I am ready for him to come home now.

Time to let the chickens out. Time to get ready to go to town.

There is a hungry hawk somewhere in the trees. Beware and be careful.

Love...Ms. Moon

2 comments:

  1. I hope your writing lunch is fulfilling and that Boulder is good to Jessie, Vergil, and Gus.

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  2. Personally I like hawks a lot. Hawks and owls. The predators. Maybe I'd feel differently if I kept chickens.

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