For some reason, actually many reasons, I just could not get to work on time this morning. A few things happened to slow me down, and then when I was about 20 minutes down the road, I started wondering if I'd remembered to take my blood pressure medication. I couldn't remember taking it. Then I had to debate with myself about whether or not I was going to go all the way home to take it, and eventually I did. I was really glad when I got there because it was the time of the birds. I'm not sure exactly what time that might be, but this was definitely it. I couldn't see very many, but I could hear them, and for once, I remembered to record them. And so, ladies and gentlemen, here they are:
Ha! Good for the goats. I am sure the bobber and the fish guts are somehow connected. Your bird sounds are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou may have something there with the fishy connection.
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Yes, your correspondent should flee that roommate as fast as he can.
ReplyDeleteThe bird songs are indeed beautiful. I like these sort of looking-around posts.
Well, it does say it was his former roomie--or hers. This is pretty sophisticated fishing here. All the words are spelled correctly; the grammar is good; and it makes sense. It could fool somebody that had only been blogging for a week or so--but certainly not in response to that post.
DeleteThanks. I'm glad you like them because I have lots more to go.
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That owl, by the way, is still going strong. He was hooting all through the evening and when I woke up this morning. I wonder if they hoot in their sleep.
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We have a lot of owls in the immediate area and now and then they, or at least one of them, seems to get all mixed up about when to hoot, and do it through the day. I've never noticed any pattern to it.
ReplyDeleteI was wondering if it was mating season.
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Lovely birdsong. And made me wonder once again if we humans learned to sing by copying birds. Or is there something in evolutionary theory that explains it?
ReplyDeleteI hope this doesn’t reveal how truly depraved I am, but all your talk about hooting owls made me think of the restaurant chain, Hooters.
I was astounded when I visited Memphis to see that there really is a restaurant chain called Hooters. A sit-com that I used to watch from time to time had one episode partially set in a Hooters restaurant, and I thought it was rather a feeble gag.
ReplyDelete(That was a reply to Marianne, not to the post as such - I still haven't quite got the controls mastered.)
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