I think I heard an owl clacking its beak at me last night when I put the puppies out. Needless to say I hooted aggressively at him and cut the night “walk” shorter than usual. That’s all I need–the nightmare of a young, nervous owl thinking that my dog is a night-running squirrel. I don’t think bared owls take prey as big as my dogs, but adolescents of any species are kind of . . . awkward. (grin)
The young squirrels, too, have been chased off by their parents and are trying to build nests nearby. It’s an awful time for them as they figure it out, snipping branches, dropping them, and then if they somehow miraculously get them all together in the crook of a tree, they might fall apart anyway, and all that’s left is a pile of green leaves on the ground and they have to start over.
It’s going to be a quiet day today as thing-two goes back to school. Mmmm. I did the mom thing and took his picture. I like seeing what the first-day-of-school clothes were and how they change with time and his perception of himself. This year was very casual with a T bearing a thought-provoking statement. It appears he’s comfortable with who he is–and that makes me feel good, too, bill clacking and twig dropping aside. –Kim