You’re just bipping along being a long-billed
thrasher.
Pecking
some seeds off the ground.
And
suddenly you get mugged by another thrasher.
And
then he’s gone.
Shades of Inspector Clouseau and Cato.
The
Russian invasion of Ukraine is described as the first act of its kind since
World War II. One country invading another. The entire west is
united in opposition. Just like WWII, right? We’re cutting off all
ties. We’ll do anything to stop this Russian aggression against a
peaceful sovereign nation. Except that we’re all members of the same
world banking software. Careful. Don’t want to disrupt that.
Our economies are intertwined. We in the U.S. are not going to fight
directly, like we didn’t at the start of WWII either, but we’ll help Ukraine
fight all we can, as long as we don’t disrupt anybody’s financing.
Remember the pictures of the new orchard I sent out a couple weeks ago? They spent the time and money to put a bag around every tree!
It’s
a Rio Red grapefruit orchard. I checked
it after the freezing cold weather we had recently, and the trees all look fine
inside their protective bags. Once they
get established, it will be another whole round of expense to cut all those
bags off, unless they’re designed to deteriorate after a certain amount of
time. (Mission Impossible? “This message will self-destruct
after…”) Big investment, anyway.
Can
only tell it was ever an orchard by looking at the layout.
I
haven’t looked at Facebook in years, but apparently Facebook is looking at
me. I got a friend request from myself! I’ve heard that others are
also getting bogus friend requests from me, so please feel free to ignore me or
unfriend me. And No, I’m not stranded anywhere, I don’t need you to send
me money fast, and I don’t want to know your social security number. :)
From our kitchen window.
Calm. Comfortable weather.
Wind from the north. Cold and dry if it’s not raining.
Wind from the south. Warm and humid.
One
of our favorite places to walk. (There
are a lot of favorite places to walk here.)
It is a renowned refuge for butterflies, and it attracts lepidopterists
from all over the world. And it’s
birdy. There is a nice bird feeding
station always worth sitting at for a while.
https://www.google.com/maps/@26.1780397,-98.3660025,2150m/data=!3m1!1e3
It’s
that time of year. The homeland must be
defended.
We can wash the cardinal spit off the side mirror later.
Now we’re in Pipe Creek in the Hill Country outside San Antonio.
https://www.google.com/maps/@29.7222455,-98.9405003,13.25z
We have a water view.
We’re
at Lake Casa Blanca State Park in Laredo.
This is the site we’re in.
They’re
almost “knock you over” fragrant while walking past.
Here
is what it looks like tonight.
As
the full moon rises.
Me,
squeezing out through the door of my fort with brother David poking his head up
out the gun turret of his fort in the background.
Back
then, a lot of stuff came in wooden crates.
I remember what good scooter fronts wooden apple crates made when we
nailed them onto 2x4s and sacrificed a roller skate by separating the two
halves and screwing them to the bottom of the 2x4. A couple stubs of 1x2s mounted diagonally on
the top for handles and we were good to go.
I remember going to a tennis court to ride our scooters. It makes me squirm in discomfort now just
thinking about rolling our metal wheeled skates on a tennis court surface, but
come to think of it, it wasn’t a sophisticated surface then, it was just cement
troweled a little smoother than sidewalk cement.
And
rabbit hutches in the background. I
guess that wheeled thing is a large tricycle.
Still
15 counties to go.
Took
part of it into the bedroom to put away in the dresser. Remembered I was going to change the
bed. Forgot about the rest of the
folding on the front room table.
Stripped the bed. Took part of
the sheets in to put in the washing machine but there was already something
else there from yesterday. It was damp
and a little smelly. Thought about
putting it in the dryer, but there were still clothes in the dryer, so I picked
those up and carried them to the front room.
Judy couldn’t find her glasses, so I put the folding down so I could
help. I remembered she has gone outside
a little earlier, so I went out on the deck to look. It was nice out, so I sat down in the sun…
There
are so many things left undone.
It’s
a shorebird but it doesn’t need a shore.
In
fact, it makes its nest out of stones, in gravel.
(Not
my photo this time.)
It’s
a member of the plover family and it looks and acts like a plover. It can be around water, but unlike all
the other plovers, it doesn’t need to be.