Yesterday the birds started banging into the windows. This never happens. Jenny noticed it happening at her house today, too. And turkeys went by yesterday. Six of them! After a night when I'd had a dream about turkey vultures!
It was a weekend of High Loki Days, too, from a dirty litter garbage bag breaking open in my car to a bottle of wine breaking on the floor to faulty new electronics, more puddles of wine, burned pie fixins, and bones in my salmon. But, in counterbalance, there were visits with Uncle Munky and J&M, plus some excellent old-timey music at the Rongo.
Snow has been whorling all day. And birds are banging into windows. They're confused by this April, confused by why the world is still brown (till it became white today). And the flowers. Won't someone think of the flowers? Last week, I told them. RUN, I said.
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And that would explain the family of petunias I almost hit on my way to work yesterday morning.
Next time when you tell the flowers to "RUN" please add "but don't forget that jay walking is a crime in most municipalities."
Safety first and all that.
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