Crashed early last night. Woke up not quite as coughy.
Six crows this morning.
And a gull.
And some smaller birds.
And a hard-to-see thieving bastard.
Never a shortage of flowers.
And in the end, the morning coffee ritual. Still playing with the ratio.
Full moon low on the horizon this morning.
Well, nearly full.
Six crows.
One of them likes to land nearby and just look up at me.
Expectantly, almost.
None of the usual thieving bastard suspects, but plenty of the usual flowers.
The head of lettuce is looking a bit worse for wear.
For this morning’s coffee ritual, I halved the amount of chicory coffee used.
Still coughing this morning. Which is irritating.
Gonna be a long day.
Mostly overcast, with the occasional hint of blue this morning.
Only four crows, leapfrogging along our route, watching us.
Them and a few interlopers.
The other birds are starting to pay attention to us now, too. It’s interesting.
The flowers must be confused by this weather.
And then the morning coffee ritual. Sick or not, this hickory stuff is more bitter.
Twelve crows this morning.
And a pigeon.
No squirrels today.
But plenty of flowers.
Decreased the chicory coffee to water ratio for this morning’s coffee ritual.
Still tastes kinda burnt…
Either I haven’t recovered from whatever I had last week, or I’ve caught something else.
Sigh.
Eight crows this morning, plus a couple of gulls and squirrels.
Flowers too.
The morning coffee ritual consisted of the unadulterated hickory coffee.
It tastes … burnt to me. I may have the mix wrong.
Spring pulled a runner sometime last night.
Not that I mind.
I like cool weather, gray skies, and no pollen.
About ten crows.
Restless.
Wouldn’t keep still.
And plenty of thieving bastards to go around as well.
The flowers haven’t figure out that Spring just noped out on them.
Then, the morning coffee ritual. There wasn’t enough of the cinnamon blend to make a pot, so I mixed in some “coffee and hickory” as well.
Turned out OK.
I’m mostly better, but still absolutely wiped.
One Kiddo has a mild cough, while the other, a mild fever.
The Missus is somewhere in-between the two Kiddos.
Apparently, it’s Spring. Blue skies, cottony white clouds, moderate temperatures.
Pollen.
Low key walk. When I get chest congestion, the cough lingers long after I’m better.
Good thing there were no neighbors to freak out about my potential contagiousness this morning!
Eight crows.
Started with two, then five, then eight.
Gulls were out as well, but never got too close.
Thieving bastards were everywhere.
In trees.
On power lines.
In the street.
On the sidewalk.
Looking for handouts.
Despite being as thick as, well, thieves, they were hard to photograph.
Doggo didn’t notice them very much.
Being Spring, the flowers didn’t disappoint.
And then, safely home where I could cough in private, my morning coffee ritual.
Thirteen crows (!?).
Two thieving bastards.
A couple of gulls.
Flowers.
Morning coffee ritual.
Everyone at home is sick now.
And even work is a plague house (now I know where I caught it).
Went to bed early, still tired this morning.
Nine crows today.
And one thieving bastard.
The flowers have steadfastly refused to vanish, despite the cold.
Starting to run low on coffee, but still have some for today.
Actually more fatigued this morning than yesterday.
Which is annoying.
About twenty crows on the walk.
But it turns out birds zipping around while you’re feeling blah are actually harder to photograph.
Who knew?
At least the squirrel froze long enough for me to get one good shot of him.
So I focused on slower-moving subjects.
Maybe I need to have my morning coffee ritual before the walks?
ian m dudley 