May Day! That glorious day when Soviet leaders would parade fake ICBM’s down the main street of Moscow to impress the world with their ability to make fake ICBM’s. And the music. Just inspirational.
Today is the second beautiful day in a row and I’ll be heading out with Camera Girl to photograph Spring! You know, renewal, rebirth, everything blooming, all that crap. She will be my driver and native bearer. A sort of combination of Frank Buck’s right hand man Ali and a Sherpa guide. Her job is to watch the road and if I shout to be let out on the road, she must try and find a spot where it won’t cause a major crash. Then she returns to pick me up after a few minutes without law enforcement intervening. It’s a delicate dance.
Yesterday I finally attacked the poison ivy. So far I seem to have escaped without dissolving into a puddle of festering sores and bubbling flesh. But there’s still time.
Today Camera Girl alerted me to a war going on in the field. For the last three years running a pair of barn swallows have taken up residence in one of the blue bird houses I put up. And for the third year running a blue bird shows up after they’ve set up house keeping and tries to dispute their ownership. He’s like the Occupy Wall Street of birds. And every year they kick his butt and send him packing. These blue birds are pathetic losers and I am ashamed that I installed these houses for them. No wonder they’re endangered. I’m renaming the houses barn swallow houses. I’ll leave the government and Section 8 housing for those shiftless blue birds.
Here’s one of their earlier attempts to steal back the house last year.
So anyway today will be Camera Girl and I at play in the fields of the Lord. But I’m sure to be back later to complain about something else. Enjoy the day.
Maybe you could build on a lower level and the Swallows could sublet the basement. Just warn the next occupant, he comes with the sale.
I count the bluebirds’ failure to occupy in a timely manner, the houses I built specifically for them, as blatant disloyalty. By the way that address didn’t seem to work.