Thirty-0ne January

So I walk by the front door and looking out on the stoop, I see this odd little shape on the ground. Suddenly it moves so I open the door and this masked little drunk is staggering around which is today's image and leading story.

Closer inspection reveals the little bugger is TRASHED. Both little … bird legs are protruding oddly out form under her little body. As I approached, it tried to escape, flapped its wings independently and not in unison and struggling.

HOW CAN YOU SAY IT WAS A ‘HER’ ?

The reaction she had was universal. My animal magnetism.

They want & try to get away but can’t.

Anyway, I watched it for a while not knowing how badly it was injured. It continued to struggle so I left the casa on an errand and when I returned, she seemed to be doing marginally better. So I carefully nudged her into a small cardboard box and placed the box atop the hedge to give it a better chance just in case a cat or some other predator had an idea for an easy lunch.

I put some water in a plastic cap in the box and gave her some space. A common practice that has worked in the past.

I checked a bit later after my bike ride & if I didn’t know better, the legs were righted and she was sitting with legs underneath. I am thinking recovery is underway. I moved the water closer and tried to feed her some peanut hearts and after 6-7 attempts, I was able to drop one in her mouth and went inside for a spell.

I checked back later and the sun was around toward setting so I am thinking about moving her to a safer location for the night. The garage seemed perfect but first, I slowly, gently carried the box out back and set it on a table in the sunshine so it would be warmed as long as possible and went back inside.

I went inside and did some painting until the next break and when I went back outside to check, she was gone. No sign of any struggle on or around he table so I am thinking happy ending.

I made a killer supper. Sauce & spaghetti from scratch. A chianti took it over the top & I am stuffed.

Watched the final episode of season 2 of Man in the High Castle as a treat to self & celebration.

I got a text & phone call from Gary D and got an invite to his super bowl party on Sunday. I gots to work but will try to wangle out somehow. Extended lunch, flat tire for an hour or two. Gary recall is President of the software company and with his brother are without question millionaires in the ‘multi’ mode. He needs a head count as they are ordering meat from someplace in Chicago.

Got an email from Clay. Looks like we are on for a game of golf on Friday. So that’s cool. So good things are popping.

Off ALL DAY tomorrow and a couple of bases to touche. Home as early as possible to paint and work. A bike ride and then relax. Work the early four (4) hours Thursday am and off again Friday for golf. How ‘bad’ is that ?

I feel good about the little bird. Amazing how colorful it was. Seldom does one ever get that close and as you can see, the coloration and markings are gorgeous.

It may have flown off into the bushes to gather & gain more strength to obtain and achieve total freedom & recovery. Then again, it could have jumped out of the box and then been devoured by a stupid cat. There were no signs of a struggle so I am happy thinking the outcome was the former v the latter.

Finally, 3.5 hours left if you are going to enroll in the Prime Holiday program. Do it NOW and send in the processing fee before midnight.

I mean 1.5 million enlightened ones will be getting tomorrow off, then the 2nd,3rd and 5th of February. This is a can’t miss program folks. Snooze & lose because this it the last mention of it probably.

Must close here now and fine tune the plan with all the stops for tomorrow morning. So much to do.

Zoom in on the photo of the bird and take a moment to marvel at the artistic ability of the Creator of this little bird. Truly most impressive, colorful & extremely well-done.

I am only slightly envious.