Sugar was dawdling. She has figured out that if she stops and sniffs everything possible, circles back two or three times, takes every side turn that comes her way and in general fiddles around, she gets to stay outside longer and I won't leave her alone as soon as if she just took care of business and exercised her legs properly. Talk about your passive-aggressive behavior!
Most of the time I grant her the opportunity to be outdoors. Winter weather will be upon us soon enough and long leisurely walks will be out of the question. So I stood patiently while she licked the white and green quack grass someone planted behind the strip of garages. While waiting, I stretched my neck up toward the beautiful blue sky and just hugged the puffy white clouds and the mellow air. I can't remember a more pleasant fall.
Birds were singing their happiness and I glanced around to see if I could spot any of them. I noticed in passing that the light fixture by the apartment door I was standing near had something wadded up behind it. On closer inspection, I realized there was an abandoned bird nest packed tightly between the glass covering of the light and the aluminum siding of the porch wall. It looked like just a bunch of dirty straw that had somehow gotten lodged in place. Where would an egg fit in such a mess?
For that matter, how would a baby bird not be roasted while waiting for dinner! What a strange place to raise your young. But then, people also raise their young in the strangest environments for little children. I don't envy young mothers these days, juggling their wee ones between job and errands and volunteer work. Not to mention the price of houses. I saw an article the other day about people in California renting the equivalent of a closet to live in. Talk about tightly wadded up in a space.
Well, Sugar is tugging at the leash and I am happy to move on and let the birds deal with their own issues. It is too beautiful outdoors today to get caught up in reverie about serious life issues.
Most of the time I grant her the opportunity to be outdoors. Winter weather will be upon us soon enough and long leisurely walks will be out of the question. So I stood patiently while she licked the white and green quack grass someone planted behind the strip of garages. While waiting, I stretched my neck up toward the beautiful blue sky and just hugged the puffy white clouds and the mellow air. I can't remember a more pleasant fall.
Birds were singing their happiness and I glanced around to see if I could spot any of them. I noticed in passing that the light fixture by the apartment door I was standing near had something wadded up behind it. On closer inspection, I realized there was an abandoned bird nest packed tightly between the glass covering of the light and the aluminum siding of the porch wall. It looked like just a bunch of dirty straw that had somehow gotten lodged in place. Where would an egg fit in such a mess?
For that matter, how would a baby bird not be roasted while waiting for dinner! What a strange place to raise your young. But then, people also raise their young in the strangest environments for little children. I don't envy young mothers these days, juggling their wee ones between job and errands and volunteer work. Not to mention the price of houses. I saw an article the other day about people in California renting the equivalent of a closet to live in. Talk about tightly wadded up in a space.
Well, Sugar is tugging at the leash and I am happy to move on and let the birds deal with their own issues. It is too beautiful outdoors today to get caught up in reverie about serious life issues.
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