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The Parents were gone for 24 hours.  They went roaring out of the house in the middle of the night on Friday, and came back after one a.m. on Saturday – I mean Sunday morning.

The bird gets confused with the humans whole “time” thing.  For me, it is morning, then it is afternoon, then it is night.  Much more simple.

So, they make all of this racket coming into the house, and I’m a-hearing snippets of ‘New York” and John and Eve” and Aminta and Michael” and “Vietnamese Food” and “The Q&A” – any other crow out there on their laptop want to tell me what might have been going on?  The cats below me were just as confused, and we did call a meeting to discuss the issue, but no light was shed.

Well, I cannot worry much about it – the Mother has been exhibiting all of the signs of guilt, and that means I can take full advantage of her.  I have been treated like a king for the last 4 days.  Still, they are waking up a little on the late side.

I think I may start screaming really loud around 6 a.m., just to get them out of bed.  After all, they are still up until midnight in the room next to mine, making all kinds of noise, which they justify as “work”.  Ha!

I would caw some more about this, but it seems to be working out quite well on the ass end of the deal, and today I am writing my first book review, so, gotta go!

But, I have some kind of clue…..these fell out of the Mothers pocket, and I quickly grabbed them.  They have been keeping secrets.  From the looks of these, those two have friends! No one ran this by us, and that is just Not. Okay.

Bobby D. The Crow

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I know that is the Mother on the far left. Those other two? Hmmm

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Oh, it may be blurry, but it is her, alright. And it looks like New York.

 

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Yep, the father too, looking guilty. Those Lucy's got some 'splainin' to do...

 

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Two days ago, maybe?

The only good thing about humidity is it makes your skin look absolutely fabulous.  All of that moisture.

Otherwise, it is a misery, but the beauty is, summer only lasts for two months around here.

The forest that is our lot is so old, the leaves are really too big to fully understand when written about, so here are a few photos to have something to compare.

It is just past a year since Bullet died, and it is coming up on two years since my cat Monkey died.  I have not been able to write about Monkey, and I just got word that my friend Tara Zucker lost her cat Blanche.

Tara writes much more eloquently than I, and her life with Blanche is a beautiful chronology of how we come to love the four-legged creatures that speak so well, if only we were smart enough to understand.

My shoe size? Six and a half.  Ahem

My shoe size? Six and a half. Ahem

Hand?  Not much bigger than foot.

Hand? Not much bigger than foot.

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  For those of you who read the other blogs, you are well aware that, starting March third of this year, I had a health issue that culminated in surgery to remove an unruly fallopian tube.  The fancy name for it is serous cystadenofibroma, I call it organ misbehavior.  The fallopian tube started growing tumors, then wrapping itself around itself, cutting off blood supply, then it noticed a cyst on the ovary next door and started wrapping around IT and tugging on it!  Rude!

 I am sorry, but our insides are supposed to stay stationary, not start experimenting with boy scout knots or attacking their neighbors.  You behave in such a fashion, you get the boot.

I went from extreme good health, hiking around the steep forest hills that surround our house and almost daily intermediate Pilates workouts, to being barely able to move until two weeks after surgery, performed three weeks ago.

Needless to say, I was not having the greatest time, and was getting a bit cran-ky.

 

Day Of The Triffids......:)

Day Of The Triffids......:)

 

 

 I am almost 100% back, slowly resuming physical movement, thank God – I was going insane having to lie in bed.  Maybe when I was a young, lazy teenager in hot, smoggy Los Angeles it would have been fabulous to lie in bed for almost three months, but not now. However, my biggest issue was not being immobile, but the fact that it was my first Spring in Pitt, and it felt as if I were missing it.    

Roses on the front porch in full bloom

Roses on the front porch in full bloom

When I was in my early twenties, I lived in Minnesota for a year and a half, but it was under different circumstances, and I was nowhere near as wild about the seasons as I am now.  

view from the kitchen sink

view from the kitchen sink

Well, I have not missed Spring – it is bursting out all over the place.  Squirrels and chipmunks roaring across the front porch, rabbits leisurely hopping through the tall wild grass, munching away, baby birds making so much racket that we have to wear headphones when we are working, huge wild turkeys picking their way through our lot with great dignity, the old forest coming back to life, with leaves the size of my head fully open – ah!  

Outside the window at the top of the stairs

Outside the window at the top of the stairs

I am up and walking, and can be outside in the most beautiful weather, in the most beautiful place.  It may not be for everyone, but where we live is paradise for us.

I assume that everyone, at some point in their lives, experiences such a deep appreciation for life.  I am a bit of a Jane-come-lately to this idea of really being alive, encompassing everything that particular state of being entails,  but the upside seems to be a core joy that does not dissolve under the ups and downs of day-to-day living.    

I feel pretty damned lucky.  Hey, even Bobby the Crow has a girlfriend, a lone crow that sits in one of the trees and waits for him to be put in his big outside cage off the kitchen balcony, where they proceed to bellow at each other for hours.

 

Bobby looking for his Girlfriend

Bobby looking for his Girlfriend

 

 

 

 

 

I know it is a little late, but Happy Spring, everyone.

 

 

And Vinnie looking for Bobby.....or eating his food.  Siblings, sigh.

And Vinnie looking for Bobby.....or eating his food. Siblings, sigh.

 

 

 

 

Yesterdays Rain, off of the kitchen balcony

Yesterdays Rain, off of the kitchen balcony

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Arriving just in time for dinner.  

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Could someone hit the lights, please?  It's late.

Could someone hit the lights, please? It's late.

 

One would not think it was possible to transport two cats and a crow across country, but I have to say, The Bob behaved better than most peoples human children.  How many crows can say they stayed in seven motels and drove through ten states in the dead heat of Summer?

Although, every once in a while he would stick his beak out of his carrier and poke Tomas in the leg. Not being bad, just reminding us that he was down on the floor and getting bored.

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As in the last post, I threatened Bobby D the Crow, Bill the Rabbit (many names he has), and Vinnie and Vito the cats that I was going to start cracking down on treats.

They have responded with terrorists attacks.

Bobby is going with violence, snapping at my finger when I was petting his head, then refusing to apologize.

Vinnie and Vito have chosen passive-aggressive behavior, keeping us up all night, timing their antics at the moment when we are drifting back into sleep again.

Bill the Bullet is refusing to eat the reasonable plate, just picks out what he likes, then strikes the “starving and freezing” pose. Working the guilt angle.

So far I am responding with flat indifference, despite the fact that all of their mastermind guns a blazin’ is just about killing me inside.

Right now it is a neck and neck race to see who is going to break this cycle.

Who is your money on, readers?

Bet on me, I’ll throw the fight, I need the money.

Happy New Year!

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