Six Green Birds
Jul. 20th, 2010 08:17 pmThis morning when I left the house, six green birds flew up out of my patch of sunflowers.
I'm not a good bird watcher, so I have no idea what they were. They were a bright green that made me think of parrots. Their wings were greyer than than their bodies. I didn't see their faces. They were an ordinary size, maybe slightly bigger than a mockingbird. They made a repetitive screeching sound.
They all flew up into a tree, and as I walked down the street, they flew out from that tree and outraced me down the street.
I then couldn't help noticing other birds--mockingbirds with their multiple whistles, lots of tiny birds. When I returned, I noticed a bunch of butterflies hanging around my rosemary bush--the brown kind of butterfly with bright orange spots on the edges of the wings.
I like to think my yard, which recently got the well-deserved crack, "well, this yard will never win any awards," is at least pleasing to some of the other life forms around here.
And now for some humor. From elsewhere.
New blog of the day - Catalog Living, "A look into the exciting lives of the people who live in your catalogs." Each entry features a picture from a catalog along with a snarky description of what's going on in the pictures. "If you find yourself the last to arrive at Gary and Elaine’s dinner party, you’d better enjoy sitting on swivel stools and staring at images of a haunted forest all night."
For two of my favorites, see the post where Alethiography introduced it to me, Catalog Blog.
Blog entry of the day - Dog at Hyperbole and a Half. "This dog is uncoordinated in a way that would suggest her canine lineage is tainted with traces of a species with a different number of legs - like maybe a starfish or some sort of primitive snake."
I'm not a good bird watcher, so I have no idea what they were. They were a bright green that made me think of parrots. Their wings were greyer than than their bodies. I didn't see their faces. They were an ordinary size, maybe slightly bigger than a mockingbird. They made a repetitive screeching sound.
They all flew up into a tree, and as I walked down the street, they flew out from that tree and outraced me down the street.
I then couldn't help noticing other birds--mockingbirds with their multiple whistles, lots of tiny birds. When I returned, I noticed a bunch of butterflies hanging around my rosemary bush--the brown kind of butterfly with bright orange spots on the edges of the wings.
I like to think my yard, which recently got the well-deserved crack, "well, this yard will never win any awards," is at least pleasing to some of the other life forms around here.
And now for some humor. From elsewhere.
New blog of the day - Catalog Living, "A look into the exciting lives of the people who live in your catalogs." Each entry features a picture from a catalog along with a snarky description of what's going on in the pictures. "If you find yourself the last to arrive at Gary and Elaine’s dinner party, you’d better enjoy sitting on swivel stools and staring at images of a haunted forest all night."
For two of my favorites, see the post where Alethiography introduced it to me, Catalog Blog.
Blog entry of the day - Dog at Hyperbole and a Half. "This dog is uncoordinated in a way that would suggest her canine lineage is tainted with traces of a species with a different number of legs - like maybe a starfish or some sort of primitive snake."