I caption this, “When you’re just trying to get through your day and some fool gets in your way.”
Screengrab from this great video: He’s Looking at Us.
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Random: There’s a Hawk on the Lamppost
I have a long commute. Sometimes I sing along to songs. Sometimes I listen to Jack Benny.
Other times, I make stuff up.
Invariably as I drive down the freeway, I’ll see a red-tailed hawk or two sternly perched on a lamppost, surveying their territory.
And their whole demeanor says, “Move along. You can’t see me. I am not here.”
Except I do see them, and that’s why I made up this song.
To the tune of “She’ll Be Coming ‘Round the Mountain“:
There’s a hawk
On the lamppost, yes there is (yes there is)
There’s a hawk
On the lamppost, yes there is (yes there is)
There’s a hawk on the lamppost,
There’s a hawk on the lamppost,
There’s a hawk on the lamppost,
Yes there is!
Hawk’s turn (slightly nasal):
I wish you wouldn’t sing that song right now
Oh, I wish you wouldn’t sing that song right now
My dinner’s down there
It’s running scared
You ran it off
But you don’t care
I wish you wouldn’t sing that song right now
Tales from the Trail
When you’re flogging yourself to walk because you know you should, despite the drizzle and the below 60-degree temp and the gloom, sometimes you need all the amusement you can get.
I set out today on our walking trail and this is what I found…
First I passed what looked like a moulting party gone wrong,
Then I started thinking I really should graduate to gloves with fingers because my fingernails seemed to be turning blue.
But lo, the flora was bursting with Color Appreciation Day,
And even the unwelcome reservoir on the trail didn’t seem so bad (but who was I kidding?)
Plus, I discovered a premium parking spot!
But it was after this that I heard what sounded like a housewife squawking, and there in the distance on a slight hill I saw two crows in a negotiating war with a hawk.
If you look really closely, two dark blobs against the tree line will prove to be crows. Or not.
Crows: Look, you preening upstart, this is OUR territory!
Hawk: What do you mean, this is YOUR territory, you two-bit carrion-mongerers!
The war came to an abrupt end when the hawk treed the crows on top of a lamppost. The crows started yelling insults and species slurs, but they stayed put, which to me says that the hawk won.
The crows asked that I not show footage of this (they claim it’s a draw) or the hawk so that’s why I don’t have any more pictures…except for proof that I was there!
THE END
Author Becky Benishek 