We all know him (or her). Let’s call him Angus. He’s Type A. We see him in our rearview mirror, changing lanes and zigzagging his way from far back there on the road to our back bumper in a minute or two. He is stuck behind us and starts swaying right and left in the lane to signal we’re going far too sloooow. We check and see we’re doing about 10 miles over the speed limit. No faster than that, we decide. Now Angus is gesticulating. His arm is out of the window and his index finger goes round and round – hurry up will ya!
Just before the next intersection he moves into the turning lane on our left. Left turn only, with a white curved arrow on the asphalt. Phew, he’ll be gone. The light turns red. We stop, and he stops too. There’s a red arrow for his lane. At least he didn’t run the red light. We wait. The light turns green and we start crossing the intersection. And wroooom, he cuts in right in front of us from the turning lane. We stand on the brakes not to hit him. That was too close! No, that was Angus. He’s in a hurry. Always.
Or we may meet Angus on the big city street around lunch time. Running with his briefcase under one arm, and the other waiving for a taxi. Taxi! Prepared to fight for the first taxi that appears around the corner. We resign to the fact that we’ll not be meeting our lunch date on time.
But suddenly he’s down! Holding his chest. Now we need to call 911. It looks like poor Angus is having a heart attack. We’re still there next to him when the ambulance arrives. We say we don’t really know him, just been meeting him here and there. The paramedics work fast, he’s lifted into the ambulance. And he’s gone. Or is he?
I originally wrote this story about two years ago (now shortened/edited), but was reminded of it today as I had a really close call with Angus. Somehow, miraculously, I was able to avoid a T-bone collision with him. I’m a bit shaken, but happy that my reflexes are still sharp. I hope I won’t meet him again any time soon. And I hope you’ll stay safe too.
There is a new batch of Moorhen chicks in the salt marsh. I discovered them first about three weeks ago. They are truly the most difficult bunch to get to pose for camera, thanks to their protective mom. They’re hiding in the high grass and under the trees and bushes at the edge of water.
I have gotten stiff branches in my face many times and almost fallen into the shallow water when trying to catch a clear sight of these little chicks. Acrobatic skills required my friends.
When they first came out of the nest for short adventures between the small islands, they were round, black fur balls.
Then a week ago I spotted them again. They had started their transformation into teenagers. You know, different hair and changes all over. Coupled with an attitude.
They adventured out on their own, but as soon as mama Moorhen was out of sight they got anxious and very loud.
Then a couple of days ago I saw them again…exploring the world on their own. And discovering themselves too…marveling at their huge feet.
Needless to say they were quite amusing to watch. They were still very small, less than half of the size of their mom, but already starting to lose their fluffy baby feathers.
Please don’t get me wrong. They are still very cute. And a photo is worth every scratch on my legs and bur in my socks. <3 Tiny
Hi Mom, you’re back already! I decided to jump back to bed when I saw you’d gone out for your morning run. Come and join me! But take your shower first. I’ll keep the bed warm…and you can have half of my pillow. Is that a deal, Mom?
It’s nice to sleep in when we’re not going anywhere. No visit to the Grooming Shop, no doctor, no errands and no trip to Smart Pet. No schedule! It’s liberating. And it’s Saturday. Again. Where did the week go? It’s like Labor Day was just yesterday. I remember ’cause I got to taste Wieners. Right from the grill at sunset time. Memorable.
I want to plan some unscheduled fun for today. Like taking Mom for a long walk. But we’re not going to the nature reserve. I’m tired of waiting when she sets up her portrait studio. For the birds.
Come here. Look this way. No, look that way. It sounds quite ridiculous when she tries to get the birds to pose for her camera. And very boring.
So we’ll be walking south today. We’ll pass the shopping center. And on the way back we’ll pop into Carmen’s deli. Just long enough to say hi and get a treat.
Then we’ll walk back on the bay side board walk. And just around the corner we’ll stop again. At the ice cream shop.
You look great, mom! I’m not tired anymore. I have a plan. I’ll tell you after you get your coffee. Let’s go! It’ll be a great day!
I hope you all have a great day and a wonderful weekend <3 Bumble