Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest news from our garden. If there isn’t any news, I post anyway, sometimes. You may remember me from such newsworthy, not to mention noteworthy, posts as “Guarding The Fort” and “Winter Creeps Onward”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. You can see what I’ve been doing. “The paws tell all”, says the guy I live with, who’s going through a crisis. Yes, again. This time, not a horticultural one, but a personal one. It’s been almost five years since my mommy left us, and he thinks he should be doing something, “instead of just sitting here”.
Well, the crisis will pass in a couple of days, like all the other crises have, and he’ll realize that “just sitting here” is what he was, like, meant to do. I don’t think people are meant to do things, but I’ll let him think that. At least he has a purebred border collie to keep him on the steady path. I have some fromager d’affinois to look forward to later today, and then another walk. Life is pretty excellent here. All this other stuff just seems like a waste of energy to me.
Anyway, back to reality, if only just for a while. It started out all warm and windy this morning, and the guy I live with looked out the window and said “Chinook!”, which made him happy, because the warm wind, pouring down off the highest part of the Continental Divide, west of us, melts snow and ice within hours.
And the temperature dropped twenty degrees. You should have heard the guy I live with complain. Something about how if they predict the weather, why not actually predict it instead of just pretending to predict it? I stopped listening when he started in on this.
So we came home, and he went out and took pictures of snowdrops. The French scare cat got in on the action. Though I should point out that I think this isn’t a real French scare cat, but rather a faux one. The real ones, which we also have, come with les yeux verts, you know. Well …..he has snowdrops blooming, so isn’t that okay?
“They’re a little late, really…”
This is the sort of thing I have to put up with.
Oh, something else. This is pretty cool, but at the same time, scary. A hawk flew into our back yard yesterday morning. The guy I live with tried to get excellent hawk pictures, but the paths were so icy he had to try to take pictures while at the same time not slipping and breaking the camera, not to mention a leg or anything. He looked at the Cornell website and decided this was a juvenile Cooper’s hawk.
I think that’s all for today. The guy I live with has a notepad where he writes down stuff, so it doesn’t slip his mind, because things tend to, but sometimes he forgets to write down whatever he wants to remember, so things don’t always go the way they’re supposed to.
Until next time, then.