Today I glanced out the window with the corner of my eye and saw a bunch of ducks in the parking lot walking past the window. “Aw,” I thought, “it’s a duck parade!” But when I grabbed my camera and got a better look at what was happening, this is what I saw:
The ducks were shooing a pair of black vultures away from their favorite area under the bush beneath my window. Once they had convinced the vultures to move a comfortable distance away, they smugly returned to the shade and safety of the bushes. At least 4 of these guys were fuzzy little ducklings when we first moved in.
Here are the vultures looking all dejected.
So they wandered over to the dumpster in hopes of a snack that doesn’t fight back.
But as I was getting ready to put my camera away, I noticed I wasn’t the lone spectator of this tiny drama.
This very lovely red-shouldered hawk was also watching. And waiting.
Tonight, as we were getting ready to sit down to dinner, Isaac pointed at the ceiling and yelled “OMG THERE’S A LIZARD IN OUR HOUSE”. Doozer was really excited. I had the mister grab a glass and capture her so we could get her safely to the outside, but not before I snapped her picture. Seriously? I’ve seen spiders bigger than this:
So I guess this is like a normal thing now that we live in Florida. Random lizards just invite themselves to dinner. So much excitement.
And a very lovely golden sunset it was, too!
Me: Guys what do you want for lunch?
Chorus (of children): I don’t know!
Me: How about a Sunflower butter and jelly sandwich?
Chorus: I don’t know!
Me (goes to the kitchen to make sunflower butter and jelly sandwiches)
Me (places sunflower butter and jelly sandwiches on the table before the chorus)
Chorus: NO WE WANTED LUNCH MEAT SANDWICHES!
The other night I had one of those knitter’s nightmares. You know the one, where you knit and knit and knit your socks-in-progress but never make any progress on it. Imagine my horror the next evening when I settled in to work on them and realized that the damn foot is a half-inch too long (note to self: my short-row heel is two inches long, not 1.5) making them unacceptably loose and baggy around the instep. I thought about just pressing on and maybe giving these socks as a gift (I mean, after all, they are bound to fit SOMEONE), but y’all, I love these socks. Seriously, dat orange! And so today my 2 toe-up socks went from this:
(That is the superfluous half-inch waiting to be frogged.)
Clearly, I can see the future so here’s your lotto numbers: 05-11-14-20-31 / 16