Big weekend. Replaced a bathroom faucet. Visited a family birthday party. Then spent about twelve hours at my Mac working on various projects. And finally, many are drawing to a close.
But in the midst of my busy weekend, I still had time to notice that our home is becoming a nature center. Well, it was actually last week I woke up to this baby robin hanging out at the dining room window (click for a bigger view). What I couldn’t catch with the camera was Mama Robin bringing baby a worm. That was pretty cool. The baby was too young to be nervous about being near a Human’s house, but Mama was definitely uncomfortable.
But big deal, right? Robins are all over the place. True, but bunnies aren’t. Well, at least not out in the open taking a nap. He came out at bedtime last night and just sat there. I was able to take this picture by creeping out of the front door. He saw me and didn’t even care. We wondered if it was the same one Kenny used to chase around and around the house when he was little. Probably not – that was about six years ago – but it brought back a fun memory.
OK, fine… bunnies are not exactly novel city creatures, either. Well, my favorite of the weekend was discovered Saturday morning when I woke up. I was clicking away at the dining room table, when I looked over and saw this fellow. Yes, a goat. I’ve heard his little bleats floating around, but I’ve never caught a good look at him. He’s new to the neighborhood. A little mexican lady came over and tied him to the tree in our boulevard for a snack. He’s their pet. There’s a little kid in their family who came over and bugged it for a while. I kept hoping the goat would get fed up and bite him. Or I was going to have to. I’ve never understood kids who were unkind to animals; portends bad things. Anyway, to my disappointment, no one got bit.
As I was driving in to work today, I remembered that I’d sprayed some weed killer over there. I was wondering if I should tell them, but their english is poor and I wouldn’t want them to think I disliked having the goat on our boulevard. Then I thought a sign might do the trick. Symbols! International!
What would I do? I thought “well, a goat with a circle slash for ‘no goat’… that’s good… and then a skull and crossbones for ‘poison'”. Then I realized that would look like “if you bring your goat here I will kill him”.
So I’m not doing the sign.
