Nature

Just sitting, looking out the north facing window, watching the sun sort of crab-crawl over the mountains and melt the little morning summer clouds away and suddenly a murder of crows comes by, all fired up about something. Wack wack wack wack! We are crows! They are chasing a bird of prey of some kind – hawk, maybe? They chase it west into the big tree and try to peck it to death and then when it escapes their beaks and flies east again, they follow it and, last I saw, peckpeckpecking away at it so hard it nosedove onto the boulevard above the highway.

I’m glad I’m not the only one crows attack.

Also, we have a wasphive on our back porch.

Also, at work, there are seagull babies.

Also, it’s Friday! Tonight we are going to see Gomez at the Commodore. It was supposed to be Gomez and The Polyphonic Spree at The Centre-formerly known-as-the-Ford-Centre-For-The-Performing-Arts in Vancouver but TPS has mysteriously dropped off all the posters. Damn shame, as they make me feel all Jesus Christ Superstar when I hear their music.

Today, just do the best you can.