What a lovely evening it was
Yesterday, we had another mini-heatwave. For some obstinate reason, I refused to turn on the AC so it got pretty hot up there in my bedroom again, but you know -- I just love having the windows open, and a screen door looking out onto the world (and my pot of baby sunflowers!) instead of a locked & closed-up door.
Well, last evening I was lying on my bed, watching Bogey & Bacall in The Big Sleep, when I suddenly noticed that Fluffy's attention was riveted on the window above my head. No, it wasn't a return of the spider, thank god (although I thought about that spider all night and, consequently, slept in this somewhat contorted position that impinged on Buster & Bunny's sleeping spaces on the bed and only aided that feeling that it was too damn hot in my bedroom!). Anyway.
What Fluffy was in fact looking at was a bird in the mulberry tree outside my bedroom window. When I focused a little further, though, I saw that the mulberry tree was full of birds! It was so cool. So I turned off the movie, tossed my pillows to Fluffy's end of the bed and she and I watched the birds eating mulberries outside the window screen for quite a while. She was perhaps a little more riveted than I was, but not by much. It was so cool, having a close-up view like that with the birds being totally unaware of us.
We have a couple of teenaged robins who are so cute to watch. They don't seem to understand that they are much bigger than sparrows are. They land on a branch, right next to a sparrow, and the branch starts bounding up and down. The sparrow screeches a little and says something like,"What the fuck is your deal, man?" and hops off to another branch. While the robin is sitting there, looking bewildered, saying something like, "What? What did I do? Guys?? Where're you going??"
I suppose I'm personifying a bit, but you can see "emotions" in those birds. You really can.
Then we had a terrific thunderstorm! Plenty of thunder and lightning and torrentially-downpouring rain! Yay! That was fun, too. But by then, Fluffy had gone off to sleep in her own room, and Buster & Bunny were down in the family room, sitting on the windowsill -- which would never support my weight even if I'd felt inclined to join them, which I didn't. So it was just me lying there backwards-facing on the bed, sweating profusely, thinking about stuff and just watching it rain.
Well, last evening I was lying on my bed, watching Bogey & Bacall in The Big Sleep, when I suddenly noticed that Fluffy's attention was riveted on the window above my head. No, it wasn't a return of the spider, thank god (although I thought about that spider all night and, consequently, slept in this somewhat contorted position that impinged on Buster & Bunny's sleeping spaces on the bed and only aided that feeling that it was too damn hot in my bedroom!). Anyway.
What Fluffy was in fact looking at was a bird in the mulberry tree outside my bedroom window. When I focused a little further, though, I saw that the mulberry tree was full of birds! It was so cool. So I turned off the movie, tossed my pillows to Fluffy's end of the bed and she and I watched the birds eating mulberries outside the window screen for quite a while. She was perhaps a little more riveted than I was, but not by much. It was so cool, having a close-up view like that with the birds being totally unaware of us.
We have a couple of teenaged robins who are so cute to watch. They don't seem to understand that they are much bigger than sparrows are. They land on a branch, right next to a sparrow, and the branch starts bounding up and down. The sparrow screeches a little and says something like,"What the fuck is your deal, man?" and hops off to another branch. While the robin is sitting there, looking bewildered, saying something like, "What? What did I do? Guys?? Where're you going??"
I suppose I'm personifying a bit, but you can see "emotions" in those birds. You really can.
Then we had a terrific thunderstorm! Plenty of thunder and lightning and torrentially-downpouring rain! Yay! That was fun, too. But by then, Fluffy had gone off to sleep in her own room, and Buster & Bunny were down in the family room, sitting on the windowsill -- which would never support my weight even if I'd felt inclined to join them, which I didn't. So it was just me lying there backwards-facing on the bed, sweating profusely, thinking about stuff and just watching it rain.
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