Todays post comes to you from the field. I am an intrepid blogger reporting from the jungles of mobile media. Normally I blog from the safety of my laptop, with all its processing ability, large screen, and saved passwords. But I dropped my laptop, careless little bumpkin that I am, and now if I want to write any AA I am forced to use my tablet, which, as many of you may know, is not as manageable. When my fingers touch a screen quite often gobbledegook results. Probably because there is so much magnetism emanating from my fingers that the simple devices just cant keep up……….I am almost amused at the possible outcome today; I intend to write about the Spring but my post may well relate a tale of slithy toves having a brillig gyre and gimble in the wabe . I have a theory that, clever though he was, Carroll created Jabberwocky accidentally when he was writing a poem on an early tablet prototype.
Spring has reached my town. Lovely Spring; we’ve reached 70 degs (not continuously) and the daffs have bloomed.
Where once the landscape was still and peaceful it has now exploded with life, chirping, squawking, and howling. Blue jays cardinals and finches go about their business with flashes of blue red and yellow. There is color, there is noise, and the landscape takes on an entirely different character.
After a long cold winter it is wonderful to throw open the bedroom window and sleep with the breeze gently tousling my hair. Waking in the morning is a different experience, however. The woodland creatures that share our property engage in an early morning quorum outside our window that is particularly contentious in tone. Those last few precious moments of sleep are punctuated with piercing chirps like an alarm. The pleasant twittering is reserved for the daylight hours, apparently. The worst is a chipmunk who hides in the stone wall opposite our bedroom. We must have something close to a miles worth of stone wall snaking through our property but the spot for this guy is right outside our window: cheep……cheep……cheep…..you get the idea.
I am not quite sure about mother natures scheduling, although I’m sure she knows what shes doing, but it would seem to me that if the tremendous birds of prey that fill our skies during the day could just set their alarms a wee bit earlier they could enjoy a breakfast of champions. They wouldn’t even have to dine to solve my problem just circle overhead and suddenly everything on the ground would go silent and still. I thought perhaps I could come to some sort of arrangement with one of the local pteradactyls but I don’t think they would deign to speak with me. They are the lions of our woods, the newly abundant buffet of small creatures transforms our neighborhood into a scene from the mesazoic era with dinosaurs aloft dominating the local wildlife. At the kitchen sink the other day I was suddenly part of a very wild scene as two large raptors buzzed our deck darkening the sky and sending a bird squawking. It all happened so quickly that I actually ducked. ‘The Jabberwock, with eyes of fame, came whiffling through the tulgey wood, and burbled as it came!’ Only they didnt “burble” they were completely silent and impressive.
Does anyone else enjoy a confluence of dinosaurs come Springtime?