A Morning for the Birds

My girlfriend handed me my YOLI Passion drink, accompanied by a smile, and announced that she was going down to watch something called a “Royal Wedding” #yawn (Charissa did I do that right?), or at least snippets of it on the news.  I, on the other hand decided to put on a light jacket, my red “In The Garage” cap and sit out on  and decided to sit out on the patio.  Of course as soon as I made moves in that direction Noelle began begging to go with me so I was accompanied by the furry baby.

It was not long after I sat down that a hummingbird buzzed around my head and face and alighted on the bill of my cap so that his tail was hanging down in front of my face.  I didn’t have the gear in the picture but I wouldn’t mind trying it.  the bird sat there for quite some time and I wanted so badly to get a picture but I knew as soon as I tried to do that, he would flee … and he did.  That was followed by the appearance of a large gray bird of prey landing on the back yard fence and pausing for a moment before taking flight again across the yard.  I’m not sure what it was, it may have been a kestrel.  It was quite a remarkable thing to notice how the neighborhood which had been full of a bird song symphony only moments before grew absolutely still as the gray bird made its entry … and only began again slowly after it left.  It was an enjoyable morning and MUCH more entertaining than the wedding fare on the TV.  My girlfriend reported that FOX News seemed to have the best coverage but that Shepherd Smith (I don’t like that guy) ruined it with his dripping drivel laced with sarcastic condescension.  At one point he actually asked an attendee “What DIDN’T you like about the wedding?”  Tacky and tasteless, although  if he had asked me I might have had an answer and it would likely have had to do with the inane stream of talking that passes these days as “news coverage”.  😉

After some light garage and yard work, my gal and I went to see the Avengers movie.  Good flick with a blatant hint at a sequel to come!

Smiled openly this afternoon as I recalled a conversation from yesterday with Margo in the context of kitchenette play with Margo the cook, Lucy the wait staff and Grampy the customer being served from a stock of plastic, foam rubber and otherwise fake food.

Lucy: What can I get you (with paper and pencil in hand)

Grampy: Well … do you have any avocado?

Margo: (from the kitchen across the room) No!  We don’t have any avocado!

Grampy: Well, how about some lemon drop croissants?

Margo: No!  We don’t have any of those!

Grampy:  Do you have any Chicken Fricasse?

Margo: (getting exasperated) Grampy we don’t have that either, this is just a simple restaurant!

Grampy:  I’ll have a piece of apple pie

Margo comes to the table with Lucy as I am handed the little piece of plastic pie

Margo:  Now Grampy, DON’T EAT THIS FOR REAL!!!!!

Grampy, of course, seeing it was bite sized with room to “chew”, popped it in his mouth, made chewing and swallowing motions.  In the moment it took Margo and Lucy to look at each other in horror I slipped the piece of plastic pie out of my mouth and palmed it.

Margo:  Grampy you ate it!  For Real!  I told you not to! … and they both went running off to tell Mom and Grammy that they needed to call a doctor for Grampy cuzz he swallowed something he shouldn’t.

A few minutes later:

Margo:  Grampy, we are NEVER going to give you ANYTHING to eat AGAIN!

I love little kids!  It reminded me of the time that Toby, my big toe, carried on regular conversations with one of my children as though it was the most natural thing in the world!